Hello...Beryl?

Beryl sits cross-legged surrounded by a pile of books. Upon hearing Kirell she looks up and adjusts her spectacles.  "An arcane...tome?  That's very vague, Kirell.  What information in particular do you seek?"

"I need to learn the skill of enchanting."
"I will produce items for the Brotherhood that will give us the edge we need."
Kirell begins to finger through the pages of a dusty old book.
Looking up at Beryl.
"Do you know of such a tomb?"
 
"My dog he turned to me and he said. You better head back to Tennessee Jed"
 

"Ah, yes.  I know of exactly what you seek."
 
She rifles through the pile of books for a few moments and pulls out a thick, dusty tome with golden runes etched in its spine."
 
"Here it is.  The Tome of Arcane Knowledge."

"You have my thanks Beryl,"
"If there is ever way I can be of assistance you need only ask."
The Angori turns to talk to Sir Stiers.
 
"Gonna leave this Broke Down Palace on my hands and my knees"

(((As you look through the books for the one you seek, you see the title of a very old book called: The Complete Works of Jaccob Silver. It looks very interesting to you Kirell)))

The Angori returns with the tome and places it back on the shelf.
Pulling The Complete Works of Jaccob Silver form the shelf, he turns to Beryl.
"I'm going to need this one a bit longer if you don't mind."
"Don't worry I will take good care of it, and return it when I am done."
"I have a appointment with a bowl of turnip soup and a Master Dalgoon, if you would care to join me Beryl. Even the most learned Mage must eat some time. Come along it's my treat."
 
 
"If all you've got to live for is what you've left behind, get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine."
 
 

"I'm not fond of turnips, Kirell, but I'm most interested in observing Master Dalgoon.   I'll gladly join you."