Flake would be sitting in a tavern known as Frostbite Tavern within the city of Tyreum, going through pages of a book on his table. There were about 5 more books stacked on the table, as he took a sip from his beer occasionally. His staff was resting against the table. He flipped another page, letting out a sigh.

He looked up from the book momentarily, looking towards the walls as he rubbed his temples. A long day spent searching for ways to create a ritual he wanted had got him tired.