Originally, Iolam had planned to seek out Orsaga today and ask whether he knew anything about the God of Tyranny—Bane.
As far as he knew, the other party's Avatar had always been extremely elusive, appearing and vanishing like a ghost.
Back when the Netheril Empire still existed, he had strolled through heavily guarded treasure vaults as casually and naturally as if they were his own home.
Every now and then, he would even snatch away treasures others had collected, treating them like his own possessions.
Take Iolam, for example.
Once, one of his staffs had been gnawed on by Orsaga as though it were a loaf of bread.
That was utterly insane!
It had enraged Iolam so badly that he had nearly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage!!
It was also because of the other party's atrocious conduct.
For a long time after the Nethys Scroll was stolen.
Having searched fruitlessly, Iolam had suspected that Orsaga had secretly taken the thing away and eaten it like a wrap.
But in the end, after a series of analyses.
He had chosen to trust Orsaga.
After all, that method simply was not beastly enough.
What the other party liked most was the look on people's faces when they disliked him but could not do a thing to him.
So if he truly had done it.
Iolam had no doubt that that inhuman fellow would gnaw the thing up in full view of every Arcanist.
Right before everyone's despairing eyes.
Sneaking around and covering things up simply did not suit his habits!
Moreover, just as his disgusting nature was particularly revolting.
His information network was particularly well-informed as well. Not only did he possess every kind of secret knowledge, he had dabbled in countless hidden tales, from astronomy and geography to recipes for street snacks.