“We are the Norse goddesses of knowledge, who have been tasked by the Council to document the exploits of the heroes of this world.”“There is on...y one Knowledge Center,” Vor said, continuing where Snotra left off. “Each Dungeon is tied to this place, but the exit leads only to the city-state that you have been assigned to, thanks to the jewel in your bracer.”“The knowledge center is tasked with maintaining the chronicles of the many adventurers of our world,” Saga finished. “You can learn of. . could the e-mail have gone to the wrong address? Maybe my Mistress had simply transposed two letters in the address line and the damned thing had gone nowhere and had already returned to Her with one of those annoying messages from A.O.L. saying that they couldn't deliver the stupid thing? Whatever had happened, it looked like I was off the hook - thank god! With a sigh of relief and a bounce in my step that hadn't been there went I entered the building, I arrived at the door that was my. When standing up straight, Bartholomew was an unimposing 5’3, which had made many a person suspect him of having dwarf blood in his veins, and his face seemed to be permanently fixed into a semi-bored expression. Combined with his stringy brown hair, dull brown eyes, and slightly pale skin and you had a man who was easily overlooked, and the rogue often used that to his advantage. He wore dark, light-weight leather armor as all rogues did, and he knew how to use the two daggers sheathed at his. ” The women was just staring me in the eyes without saying a world or making a peep. It was as almost as if she was reading me with her beautiful mismatch eyes. One was a dark red color; the other was blue as the sky itself. Then in a loud stern voice, she finally said something. “Boy why have you not sign the contract with me yet.”“What contract are you talking about? And who are you anyway?” “Don’t make me laugh boy you’re saying the do not know who the goddess of love is?”“I am not a boy my.