"That's partly why the Librarian opted to dismiss it as fiction. But I refuse to do so. Fiction has this feel to it, the language is informal and impassioned, the tales inspiring and exaggerated. Not so with this book. In this paradox of text, you fill find a form, studious, and academic recounting of the many deeds of Braxxis Therogood. From his pinnacle role in the Summer War, to his seduction of Fae folk, to his conquest of a Faeyn Court, his treasonous Siege of Order of the Moon's Barracks. All told, Braxxis would have lived at least 150 years. Yet I have found no reference to him anywhere." She folded on leg over the other, sitting in a very courtly posture. It was habitual around guests.
"The end of that book seems to hint at something else at play, some sort of.." she paused for a moment, trying to find a word to replace conspiracy, which had been what she was about to say, but she was talking to the High Lord after all, "..Subterfuge."
She began to recite the text from memory. "Over the past year, I have noticed the increasing lack of information on Braxxis Therogood, he does not exist within the living memory of the rising generation, and I fear that most people of my own era are beginning to excuse the man as myth. Stories I have found of late have painted him as a man that did not bleed and could rend mountains to rubble with his bare hands. As I already know, this is simply not true. As far as myths and legends go, his is not one that is spoken often, like all the world is happy to forget this man among men. But more troubling still is the unease I have felt of late, the more I search for information about Braxxis, the more I feel like I am being watched. Recently, My residence was searched on an anonymous tipping that I was a fae worshiper. That is, of course, high scandal and lies, but resisting would only look bad. I was cleared but I found that what information I had gathered on Braxxis was gone. I am trusting my gut on this one, and leaving the tale of braxxis behind me, to be published after my death. Sincerely, Master N."
She shrugged her shoulders in a polite fashion, "I've more or less stopped trying to solve the puzzle, but you are more than welcome to it. And if you can figure it out, I will show you a secret about Manor Zamt'ris." She said with a wry smile.