Who: Giles
What: Giles may have something for the Slayers' dream difficulties
When: Week Four, day four
Where: Giles' office off the library, the Pod building
"Yes... that's it, that's got to be it." Giles left the book open on his desk and hurried into the library. He made a beeline for one of the unpacked boxes that Richard had brought with him (the bastard) and dug through it until he'd found the
Mal Dolor de Aesclepius. "I should've thought of this weeks ago." He flipped through the index, finger dragging along the page until he found the entry he was looking for.
He turned and read the entry again, double-checking to make sure that he'd found exactly what he'd been looking for, and then snapped the book shut with renewed enthusiasm. Back in his office, he sat and scrawled out several pages of translations, checking the
Mal Dolor every once in a while for accuracy, and as soon as he was done, he smiled.
He picked up the phone in the next instant, then hung it up before he made a phone call. That blasted intercom was still hooked up and he turned to it, poking buttons until he heard it click on. Damned thing, why couldn't it work on magic like any self-respecting voice-amplification system? "Um, yes, please attention, if anyone has seen Faith, or Willow, please send them to the library, thank you." He poked more buttons until it turned off, and then started looking through his drawers, pulling out several sets of dried herbs.