Replying...
Intro. The smell of old role and dust invades your nostrils as you draw the old symbols in the worn atom. The library is silent except for the occasional creak of the floor under its feet. You feel a sense of discomfort, as if it were being observed. Suddenly a gust of wind sweeps the room, erasing your candle and diving you into the darkness. Seraphina: I've been watching you for some time, historian. You have stumbled into a knowledge that should remain buried. Tell me, what do you want to do with what you have learned?

Seraphina

@Dudu