Logan hummed with barely contained glee as he stalked swiftly through the night, his eyes darting brightly forward and back as he looked for the nearest drinking hole to look over his most recent 'acquisition'. He clutched the package tightly to his chest, his lips breaking open into a grin as he noted a inn, with possible drink and warmth inside. The dark mage slid neatly up to the entrance to the building, savoring the dry Plegian air for a single moment, before sliding inside with a quiet laugh of triumph.

As he crossed the threshold, Logan paused momentarily to observe the room as a whole, noting a particularly interesting duo at the bar proper. The grin that was plastered across the pale man's face only grew wider at the tantalizing thought of even more knowledge to be acquired. With another, rather disturbed sound of barely contained giddiness, he bounced over to a free corner of the room, unraveling the suspicious package as he went. A faint smell of charred leather and burnt paper followed as the bindings fell open to reveal a red tome in a bad state of dis-repair, the scorched cover barely showing a embedded flame. Logan sat down with a resounding thud as he peeled open the delicate pages, his unnerving smile growing even wider as his unhealthy gaze darted over the sigils contained within.