Put back together

20. Sounds like a plan

When Logan woke up he didn't know where he was.

He was laying on a warm and soft surface, that smelled like honey, and wrapped in a thin blanket.

It wasn't his bed - it was too hard and warm for that, not to mention that his bed didn't smell like this - but he couldn't recall falling asleep somewhere between the rows upon rows of books.
It had happened before but also wouldn't explain blanket and smell.

He opened his eyes and blinked against the light that shone through the slim uneven entrance.

"Are you awake?," a soft voice whispered.

Patton.

Suddenly Logan realised where he was and the events of the past day came back to him like a robber who had hidden in the bushes until his victim was distracted.
He shot up into a seating position.

The cave around him was a blur of mostly greys and he felt for his glasses.
He recalled putting them somewhere to his left, slightly out of arms reach to avoid accidentally hitting them or rolling on top of them in the middle of the night.

"Here," Patton said and he felt the cool material against the back of his hand.

"Thank you," he took the glasses and put them on.

Patton sat close to the makeshift bed and gave him a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Where's Roman?," he asked. Part of him wanted to ask Patton if something was wrong. The other part wanted to avoid talking about feelings.
The later won.

"With Virgil," Patton pointed to the curtain. "He said that he was tired and Virgil offered him something that's supposed to help."

"And what would that be?*

"I don't know. Something non magical."

Logan made an acknowledging sound. He grabbed his bag, that he had left half hidden behind the closed pot, and pulled out his notebook, a Scullbreaker feather and a small bottle of ink.

He wanted to write down what had happened over the last two days. If he was stuck on this quest, he might aswell use it to learn more about the Cursed Islands and mages.

Part of him was exited to be here. To be on the outside of the thick stone walls he grew up in.
He had read so many stories of travelers and explorers over the course of his life but never once imagined himself to ever be one of them.

"Roman doesn't believe in the prophecy."

Logan looked up startled.

"What?"

"He told Virgil so. That he isn't convinced that the artifact we're looking for is even real."

Logan starred at Patton.

"How do you know that?"

"I was awake. Pretended to be asleep. I just... thought you should know... and... I wanted to know what you think. I mean, you found it, didn't you? In the book?"

"Well, I can't be completely sure, since your prophecy is rather vague, but I have found an artifact that was shattered into multiple pieces, that would have the power to either destroy or safe an entire kingdom if it were put back together. So I'm assuming that it's the one."

Patton nodded thoughtful.

"That sounds like it."

"Exactly. But I guess we should wait until Roman is back, so I don't have to translate it twice," Logan pushed up his glasses.