Sitting atop a lustrous mineral mine, an old man sighed tiredly as he took out a crystal like communication device from his robe. He looked at the device as if he was hesitant to use it but he knew that he had no other choice except to do so.
Unfortunately, his time had run out and he had to make contact soon. Otherwise… the old man swallowed. He was genuinely afraid of the consequences.
He tapped the communication crystal gently, imbuing it with a little of mana, and then pressed his dried wrinkled lips on it. "Priestess, I am afraid I am still not able to locate the treasure."
Crawford swallowed again before continuing, "I have searched everywhere, but the stone tablet is nowhere to be found. Is there a chance it could have slipped into some other realm?"
