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[color=39b54a][b][h1] [center] Ashley Johannes Williams  [/center][/h1][/b][/color]

Ashley quickly made her way inside the sanctum. Feeling a little safer than out on the streets. “[color=39b54a]Thank you, sir.[/color]” She started walking towards the strange looking sigil on the floor. “[color=39b54a]Well if you think it’ll help me out then sure.[/color]” She shrugged her shoulders wondering how it would help her. “[color=39b54a]So do I have to do anything?[/color]” She asked now holding her grimoire close to her chest. Ashley turned her head towards the voice speaking to her. It seemed to be coming from the top of the stairs. 

“[i][color=ed1c24]I’m upstairs, come and find me.[/color][/i]” The voice spoke but Ashley didn’t seem to react. 

She kept her eyes focused on Mr.Wong. “[color=39b54a]Well, Mr.Wong I was given this grimoire by my parents. They were well not very kind people.[/color]” She seemed hesitant to speak about her parents. “[color=39b54a]They were a part of that cult called the Starry Wisdom Cult. I’m sure you’ve heard of them. But I ran away from the cult a few years ago. I’ve been mostly working odd jobs here in the city. Really living the dream.[/color]” She smiled but her smile looked quite tired and rehearsed. 


“[color=39b54a]This shadowy man would mostly show myself as an ancient figure. The one scene that he repeatedly shows me, is of myself stealing a grotesque looking book from a dead Arabic man. The clothes look maybe seventh or eighth century, but I'm not sure exactly. Do you know what it could be?[/color]”