Obla'reth returned to the podium. He opened the book and continued to translate. "It is in the best interest of all races and the paragons for the paragon's to be left alone. But the titans were not stupid. There was no point to creating stewards of the world if the world could not call upon them when needed." He turned the page. "And so there were legends and songs placed in every society. Seeded into every generation."
Obla'reth looked up from the book. "You already know how to contact the paragons." He said.
Squints sighed. "I'm pretty sure I'd remember knowing how to summon the paragons." He said.
Obla'reth looked down at him. "Do you have a particular interest in nursery rhymes, and bed time stories?" He asked.
Squints opened his mouth and froze for a second.
Brooke jumped in. "Blessed is the king of the Earth, Sitting in the heart of the crown."
Squints shook his head. "There is no crown mountain or mountain range. It's just a song, it doesn't exist." He sighed again.
"Yes it did." Harruff spoke up for the first time in hours. "Names rarely live as long as the things they identify. Crown in the oldest minotaur language roughly translates to Urune." He explained.
Squints shook his head "I thought Urune meant hat?" He asked.
Harruff shrugged "I did say 'roughly'" He replied.
"How does this help us?" Lisa asked.
Squint's eyes lit up. "Because before we referred to that range as the 'The cliff cities' it was the Urune mountain range." he said with a smile.
Trent looked skeptical. "Who thought that 'The hat mountains' was a good name?" He grumbled.
Squints sighed "I think your missing the point."
