Bats and Vipers

In the quiet room, candlelight flickered, and the weight of the hide-bound scroll pressed heavily on Ian's heart. The other man's words—"endless glory"—still echoed in his ears.

It was deeply moving.

It struck some resonance deep within his soul.

"Thank you." Ian solemnly accepted the Secret Script of Bones, which contained the lifelong efforts of Master Caleb's entire lineage, feeling the ancient, gentle magical pulse emanating from its hide cover. He knew that this gift represented more than a book; it was a weighty trust and an academic respect that transcended magical systems.

"You will surely carry our lineage's legacy to farther horizons."

Seeing Ian accept it, Caleb revealed a smile of immense relief and gratification. He seemed to feel an unprecedented satisfaction and peace, as though the dearest wish of his life had finally been fulfilled.

Rubbing his hands together, he said enthusiastically, "Your Excellency, you've only just arrived, so I imagine you haven't found a place to stay yet? If you don't mind, this old man has a quiet little house behind the market. It's humble, but clean and tidy enough. You could rest there for the time being—it would be much more convenient for you."

It was clear that this master was a thoughtful man. He knew that Ian was unfamiliar with the area and surely had no decent accommodations.

Ian smiled and shook his head, politely declining Caleb's kind offer.

"Thank you for your kindness, Master Caleb, but my road is still long, and I cannot stay for long. Besides, I'm used to traveling alone, and I still need to look around the market. Perhaps I'll find an inn."

He was telling the truth. He could see that Caleb sincerely wished to host him, but he did not want to intrude too much upon the man's