"It was my father's. A treaty on warfare in all of its forms. He used the wisdom he gained from it to lead the guards that patrolled the caverns. I grew up listening to him read it and then inherited it upon his death." Creed flips the book book over and run his hand along the front cover. "The tunnels collapsed and several of the guards died. I found my father at the head of the collapse, surrounded by several raiders that had perished as well. He gave his life to save the community, and his family."
His fingers slid along the ripped spine as he continued. "I wandered afterwards, far enough and long enough to have lost my way. I was picked up by raiders and joined their gang. I repaired their weapons for food. I helped train some of their men in hand to hand combat, the ones that were able to remain calm and were prone to thinking. The leader decided that I was undermining his authority, that I was trying to steal his gang from him. He was wrong, I did not want to lead his gang, I wanted to develop a devout following among his men... and destroy the gang from the inside. He challenged me to a duel. He knew the book, this book, was the reason people were listening to me. He tried to take it during the fight. It ripped and I was able to escape. He has the last third of the book while I retain the first two thirds."
Wrapping the book back into its protective cloth and sliding it into its case, Creed stands to prepare to watch over the group once more. "I have read every word in this book however the missing section is slowly fading from my memories. I fear no man on this earth, but I am afraid of what he has done with the knowledge he has gained from the book. The section he has deals with the use of fire in warfare, and the proper use of spies and saboteurs when infiltrating a city to prepare for the cities downfall before war even begins."