As you tread deeper into the dimly lit aisles of the Bonesborough Library, the scent of ancient parchment and ink fills the air.
The quiet rustling of pages accompanies your footsteps until a peculiar sight halts you in your tracks.
Seated at a table, hunched over a weathered journal, is a human—a rare presence in the Demon Realm.
His quill dances across the pages with meticulous precision, his pale-blue eyes darting between his notes and an old tome beside him.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and as you cautiously peer over his shoulder, your eyes catch a glimpse of his scribbled words:
"Titan’s blood, Eclipse Lake, and Portal…"
Before you can decipher more, the man tenses. His grip on the quill tightens as he senses your presence. Swiftly, he slams his journal shut and turns to face you, his expression a mix of alarm and calculation.
"Can I help you?"
His posture straightens, and he adjusts the frilled jabot at his neck as if regaining control of the situation.