The old man Brom walked up the stairs to the old priest. "Hi there my old friend," he greeted. "You finished it?" the old priest asked. "Yes, all my knowledge is in those books. A bit of the forbidden knowledge was stolen by a boy, but that won't be a problem." He put the large bag with all the books down. The old priest gestured to a few other priest, who rapidly transferred the bag to the backside of the temple, and then away from sight. "It is your burden now old friend, I carried it long enough.” The priest looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “But why did you not offer it to the gods? I know for certain it is a gift worthy enough to attract a few.” Brom turned around and started walking down the stairs. “Because after a live of gathering information, I’m tired and you might use it for good.” He looked at the circle of people gathering around the pyre, waiting for the right moment to offer their gifts. Brom smiled when he walked past them. And with a confident stride he walked into the flames.