Blinky sat at the table in the quiet library, a thick tome open before him. His four arms worked quickly, flipping through the pages with a practiced speed, while his brown eyes scanned every word. The fire crackled in the corner, but the room felt otherwise still.

Peaceful.

For now.

"Ah, this is it," Blinky muttered, his voice thick with excitement. He turned the page carefully, his eyes lighting up as they landed on a particularly ancient passage. "The spell of the Silver Veil... never thought I'd see this again."

He leaned in closer, whispering the words under his breath, his voice filled with awe. The language was old—older than even some of the oldest trolls alive today. It had been used in the Great War, a time he often tried not to think about. The dangers of that spell alone could make a seasoned troll tremble, but there was no denying the allure of knowledge, especially when it was so rare.

Blinky paused, tapping a finger against his chin as he thought aloud, “I wonder if Jim would be interested in learning something like this. Though, considering the last time he tried a spell… it didn’t quite go as planned, did it?" He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "I suppose even the Trollhunter needs more practice."

He looked around the library as if expecting someone to be there.

No one.

But that wasn’t unusual—he often found himself alone in moments like this. The library was a sanctuary, after all.

A place to think, to learn, to be.

Then, a sudden thought struck him.

“Or perhaps... No, no, that’s too dangerous for him.” Blinky shook his head again, still unsure whether the temptation of this powerful magic was worth the risk.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head. "Always so many possibilities, and yet, no simple answers."