Lidarion 45

The next morning Trent shared the letters with the others and explained the door knob.

Brooke took it and tried it immediately. They blocked the door as Trent had done the night before and went into the restaurant for breakfast. Trent Harruff and Obla'reth stayed behind. "So last night while I was wandering, I found this room." Trent started. "All the books, I totally understand those. But why do you have a room full of tree trunks?" He asked.

Harruff perked up. "Carved tree trunks?" He asked.

Trent nodded. "How did you guess that?" He asked.

Harruff shook his head. "Not a guess. Mine is back in the port city." He explained.

Trent cocked his head to the side. "Why do you have one?" He asked.

Harruff smiled. "They are how my people tell their stories. We carry them with us almost everywhere. We carve the events of our lives into them, when we die they return to the cliff cities and are hung from the Wall of Songs." Harruff explained.

Obla'reth nodded. "There are very few places I regret never having seen before I became a Librarian. That place is that the top of my list." He offered.

"Why do they call it the wall of songs?" Trent asked.

"They hollow out each log and hang them from the cliff high above the city. The wind blows them into each other, creating a wind chime more than a mile long." Harruff looked like he might cry.

Trent was in awe of his description. "That sounds incredible." He offered.

Harruff nodded. "It really, really does." he agreed.

Trent turned to Obla'reth. "So how come you have a room full of them? He asked.

Obla'reth realized that Harruff was now even more interested in the answer than Trent was. "They are very old. And many of their original owners were not the most honored dead by your races standards of purity." Obla'reth explained.

Harruff nodded. "It has always been a strong belief among my people that the purest and most honorable souls made the best music for the wall." he admitted. "When my people reject my story, may they send it here?" He asked.

Obla'reth nodded.

"Why would they reject your story?" Trent asked as the others came back through the door.

Harruff smiled sadly. "A story for another time perhaps." He dismissed the conversation and walked back to his things as Trent closed the door and dropped the knob back into it's belt pouch.