*Takes the pages and runs up the mountain, not stopping still I have reached the top where there stood a small temple. Reverently I kneel and leave the pages on the foot of the alter as a very old priest walks out of the darkness with a staff*
Priest: Are these the pages?
~Yes...
Priest:Excellent, burn them...
~WHAT?!?! These are the alchemist letters. These cotain value that you couldn't possibly imagine, power that no one can dream of. Fame an-
Priest:That is why it must be burned. Such power should never rest in the hands of one person, in anybody's hands at the matter. You would be best to burn them in the holy templ of Auir. As a sacrifise to your god...
~Yes, Priest Zuku...