Elder Knowledge
It was cool, the smell of smoke filled the air as the smiths tended their furnaces in forging. People went about their business - children ran playing in the sun. A traveler entered the small town; he stood near the village entrance and watched the people. As he watched, he noticed the people weary of the barrow atop the mountain near the village. The traveler had been entering many barrows across the world in search of ancient knowledge which he would record in his beloved black bound journal - he had discovered the existence of this particular one and intended to enter it. But he knew exactly why these people feared the barrow: those who walk again - the ancient people buried within under a strange curse. But such things did not concern him, he was ready to go, but one thing was missing before he could set out - a quill, he needed a quill to write in his journal. This journal is his trusted and closest friend - bound in worn leather with old pages.
