Back in the library, Vana pours over the books within, absorbed in his work, and looking quite frustrated. Throughout the day so far, the water elf had been cursing under his breath occasionally, usually something about Erathil. As it was, the bastard had'nt left behind any reliable sources on the Heart, nor anything about its creation. The damn thing didnt seem to have any reliable text upon it. However, shifting through the garbage and theories about it (usually the theories were near blasphemous. Ideas about using such a thing to control the Winter Elves, the methods to doing so [again, as Vana had said eloquently: horsecrap], and whether it could be used on Water Elves. Vana made a mental note to greet such people as the writers of these particular texts with something nasty, involving an icicle, ten gallons of water, and a quill), he DID find something that seemed to be agreed upon.
The Heart seemed to be either something Erathil crafted himself, or was something born of the Winter Elves themselves. No-one but Erathil seemed competent enough to use it however, though as he is the strongest Ritualist in existence, such a thing seemed quite within his grasp. Problem was that no-one had any clue how this might be achieved, and no rituals were shown to have any reliable way of discerning such a thing.
All in all, Vana was annoyed. Erathil may well have made the bloody thing and customised it to he himself. That, or Vana's God might have had something to do with it, if one believed the legend about Water Elves becoming Winter Elves (Vana was 98% sure this was what HAD happened, though the Winter Elf Coshwood threw a hole in that theory. Maybe he was going senile. Yee Gods, the horror! A lifetime of book reading and tampering with the fabric of creation, undone by old age?) then it became a likely case of it being a relic from Levelas...and the idea that the thing had been used by ERATHIL would then become blasphemous.
He sighed and book marked another page of a book, about a certain High Elf that had noted things he observed about the Heart when under Erathil. It had taken Vana hours to find that tiny extract, and it hardly seemed worth it, but it was SOMETHING.
Of honor I must speak, these words in which I believe
thou shalt shelter my words in thy heart