Nako walks at double speed to the barracks. Double checking the wards he had in place as he passed them. He needed to get to work hiding some of his more, questionable tomes. Luckily he still maintained his network of safe houses around Eorzea. Gathering them all up, leaving only tomes that could be found amongst the libraries of the three different Magical Guilds.Â
Gathering the aether around himself, he settled on a location and released it, guiding himself across the aether. He appeared with a lurch, never being the smoothest at teleportation. Looking around, the single room building was bathed In a blue light from an aetheryte shard, picking up the golden and bronze bindings of the aetherial tomes on bookshelves around the walls.
Dropping the sack with his books he proceeded to change his clothes. Removing anything hat might identify him as a flame, he pulled on a red robe, belted a tome to his side, and picked up his staff. Pulling a scarf around his neck for warmth, he pulled a lever, opening he room to the elements outside. Stepping up, he pushed back on the entrance, closing it with a click, fresh snow covering the gap in the stone that marked it as an entrance.
Taking his Shadow Visor out of its pouch, he placed it over his eyes. Turning it on with a press of a button, it bathed his eyes with a blue light as it sharpened his vision and allowed him to pick out the aether of particular people. He was going hunting.
Gathering the aether around himself, he settled on a location and released it, guiding himself across the aether. He appeared with a lurch, never being the smoothest at teleportation. Looking around, the single room building was bathed In a blue light from an aetheryte shard, picking up the golden and bronze bindings of the aetherial tomes on bookshelves around the walls.
Dropping the sack with his books he proceeded to change his clothes. Removing anything hat might identify him as a flame, he pulled on a red robe, belted a tome to his side, and picked up his staff. Pulling a scarf around his neck for warmth, he pulled a lever, opening he room to the elements outside. Stepping up, he pushed back on the entrance, closing it with a click, fresh snow covering the gap in the stone that marked it as an entrance.
Taking his Shadow Visor out of its pouch, he placed it over his eyes. Turning it on with a press of a button, it bathed his eyes with a blue light as it sharpened his vision and allowed him to pick out the aether of particular people. He was going hunting.
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