It’s too dangerous, You need answers!

I pulled my hand back at the last second, remembering something I’d once read about magical artifacts and evil curses. Perhaps there was something dangerous about simply touching it. But hadn’t Sister Constance touched it? Charity’s journal hadn’t said anything about her wearing gloves… still… better safe than cursed!

I dropped the mattress and pulled my leather pillowcase off and wrapped my right hand with it. Carefully I lifted the mattress again and grabbed the potentially cursed object. My fingers couldn’t even wrap all the way around it, but, that could just have been an effect of their crude leather wrapping. I covered it in the leather and stuck it in the pouch at my waist, tying it shut tightly, then hesitated.

Charity wouldn’t be back until tonight… I nodded, making up my mind. It wouldn’t be much more of a risk to take her journal, besides, it might have answers to other things as well. I slid the small, leather bound book into my belt and hopped down from the bed, setting the top-bunk mattress back in place.

No one questioned me as I headed out of the abbey and as soon as I could no longer see it amongst the other buildings along the bustling streets, I made a beeline for Mr. Hawk’s Workshop.