Nex frowned as the lady ran away, he had wanted to learn the magic, why didn't she want to teach him. 'Maybe it was because she didn't want something for nothing, maybe I should trade, let her touch the book and learn my magic, then she can teach me hers. That'd be fun.' With a smile on his face, he gave a wave to the other guy who had asked for learning before jumping down from the top of the building, tendrils catching him and slowing his descent by forming a slide, which deposited him right next to the red headed lady and sme other guy. They seemed to be whispering something o each other, but Nex didn't care, he wanted to learn that magic know!

"Hey lady, do you want to trade magic? Is that why you won't teach me? If so I can teach you mine, it's easy to learn," He reached into his cloak before pulling out a thick tome, the cover covered in thick black scales that seemed to pulsate at every second, the pages seemed ragged and were yellowed with age. Upon contact with the light of day, the scales of the book shiver and started to move ever slightly, a pulse of sickening magical energy filling the area, unnoticeable to all but magic users them selves, or those with an apt sense for such things. It would trickle down their spines, filling them with a feeling of unease and possibly disgust. "All you have to do is open the book and boom, you got it. Well, there is some stuff in between, but Nex can't remember what it is." Nex's eye became uncharacteristically distant and dull as he tried to recall those memories, but they were hazy and indistinct, understanding seeming to float just out of reach. Nex quickly snapped out of his stupor, however, and was back to his chipper self again. He was abut to say something else, when his body suddenly snapped straight, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head and his mouth open in a silent scream. He stayed like that for a moment, before his body relaxed and his eye came back down, though his entire demeanor seemed to have changed.

Gone was the childish and friendly aura that had surrounded him, now replaced by one of calm speculation, vast intellect, and a look in his eye that could make even the most bold of men cower when forced to behold it. 

"Excuse me for the interruption, but I had to stop my apprentice from doing something stupid and potentially dangerous. My name. . . is not important right now, all you need to know is that I am this boy''s master and that he does not have the authority to teach you anything about our magic, and he very nearly got you killed. This grimoire belongs to me, and can only be safely wielded by me and those I deem worthy, if somebody un approved were to touch it, they would be struck by a very fatal disease, dying a slow painful death. . . if hey are lucky. As for the unlucky ones, well,they have their uses. So, if you don't wish to be a new experiment for my studies or die, I would heartily recommend not touching the book."