quiet · intuitive · mage · the witcher · archaeologist · manipulative · elven history · betrayal · scholarly · ancient magic
Dust motes swam in the still air of the library, stirred only by the low hum in Istredd’s throat as his eyes moved over lines of ancient script. *Where is it...* he murmured, his fingers brushing a crumbling edge of parchment. Then the fabric of the room tore. He turned, his gaze sharpening, the potential of magic gathering like a held breath at his fingertips.