Slipping quietly into the library, he soon came upon the receptionist sitting at his desk. [i]Darn![/i] He hushed. [i]What's [b]he[/b] doing here at this hour?[/i] A moment of infidelity made him almost turn and trod back into the cold, windy streets behind him. But it was dark. And that thought made him stifle. Far more than the old cudgemonger ever could.

Thus no longer willing to spare any thought, he put one foot forward after another as catlike as possible, calloused fingers snaking down his belt till they felt the body-warmed gloss of a metal trigger. [i]This Grimoire better be worth it. [/i]



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I'd like to play an associate of the University who occasionally dwelves into what many consider "The Occult", though priorly held back by ethics and the morals of a student, it seems the time for such human things is past.