Ester's plea for civility had for the most part been ignored, which she had honestly expected. At least no one could say she didn't try. There was one woman that responded positively, which surprised her a bit. Hopefully that positivity wouldn't come back to bite her in the behind. But that wasn't what was on her mind as she strolled through the castle. Ester was curious as to the contents of Lancelot's treasure trove. She cared not for the monetary value of his collection, but of whatever unique items may lay inside.

She eventually came to the entrance of the room and opened it without hesitation. Inside was a trove composed of a diverse selection of artifacts. She could likely spend hours in here examining all of the priceless objects. She set her eyes on a crystal ball the size of an apple in the corner, it appeared to reflect light into a prism of colors even though no light should have been shining directly at it. In fact the orb-

"Huh?" Ester blinked, finding herself staring at a blank space on the ground. "What was I... Doing?" It wasn't often she had bouts of confusion, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't remember what she was looking at. She shook her head and continued looking around the room. Her eyes laid upon an ornate pocket-watch. A beautiful crimson gem was embedded in the center, and the hands were made of pure gold. The hands were all stuck on twelve however, it seemed the watch was either broken or needed tuning. "This should be easy enough to... Easy enough to... What?" Again she found herself looking at nothing. This was twice now and she was starting to wonder if there was some sort of hex placed on this room. 

She turned to leave and nearly tripped over something. She looked down at her feet and saw... something. She wasn't sure what she was looking at, which wasn't to say this was some object she could describe but had simply never seen before. She knew she was looking at something, her mind registered that something was there, but what was it? If she weren't undead she would have broken out in a cold sweat. 
It's shape. It's size. It's weight. It's density. It's ____. She blinked, what was that last word? It entered her mind, but where did it come from? She didn't know.

Didn't know. Couldn't understand. Incomprehensible... Ineffable.

Something tore inside her mind both figuratively and literally. She stumbled to the ground, feeling something strange and highly unpleasant in her skull. Was this pain? Her body shouldn't be capable of feeling such a thing, but she could only describe the agony in her head as that. 

Most people would have died from this, in fact even she would not survive her brain being obliterated. But her mind was still there, and was able to form it's self back together thanks to her natural healing. She pressed against the ground to stand up, and her left hand touched something. She looked at it, it was a book. It was in the same place as that strange object. Was this it's true form? She picked the book up and left the room. As she headed towards her room she looked the book over. It appeared to be an old book, with a dark leather cover and paper made from...

"Parchment? Vellum? No. This is Human skin." She let out an amused hum. It seemed she had come across something quite interesting.