Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24280666-20150204012919/@comment-29559990-20150204210545

Ravos got up and dusted himself off, and began to explain.

"The Jarl and his brutish ass-kissers that he calls "Guards" simply don't understand." He said. "I used to be a mage, you see. Brilliant in all schools of it. Then the empire lost it's damn mind."

"They threw away countless era's of knowledge." Ravos continued, looking through his piles of tomes. "And for what reason? To pursue the construction of war machines. Battleships, Guns, and any contraption that brings death. They've thrown all the knowledge away so they could learn how to KILL!" He bellowed.

"And so I've come here. Keep this knowledge to myself, and make sure the Imperial dogs keep their diseased hands away from it. But the Jarl, like all the others, bends to the empire like a slave to it's master. Oh, they know I'm here. They visit frequently. They call me a Heretic and a monster for trying to preserve knowledge! Ah, and they charge in thinking I am nothing but an old fool in a shack."

He then pointed to many of jars aligning the top of one of his shelves. "And those are there ashy remains."