StrangeCat-13

At long last, Wynn had begun to feel a little less lost, if only just a little, as being able to speak to a historian especially meant she could at last begin to ask some of the questions she had about the world she now found herself in. For example, how could such an immense castle be home to just 10 individuals? “There were many more of us once,” skekOk had gestured widely with both hands when had had told her this. “But the gelfling menace, they had wished to wipe us out! We skeksis were the guardians of this world, we brought to these savages knowledge, wisdom, skills in craftsmanship, culture, medicine and science, of

SkekNa slammed his hook down upon the wooden writing desk, startling skekOk awake. The Scroll-Keeper rocked upon his chair for a moment, eyes bleary and unfocused as he looked around frantically for the source of the disturbance. Finally his eyes settled upon the culprit. “Oh it’s you, what do you want?” he asked uneasily, it was only then that he noticed Wynn was there too and nearly leapt out of his chair in shock. “What is she doing here?!” It had been three days now since she had arrived, but there was still so much of the Castle that Wynn was yet to see. For example, skekOk’s office, situated the