The hour passed quietly with only the sounds of turning pages breaking the silence. All the while, an old, black book covered in dust and cobwebs had begun to quiver and shake. Across the books hard cracked cover were silver words engraved into the hide. They read as Schlankwald and stood alone on the dark cover. The book was high on a forgotten shelf nestled tightly between two other books of no relation other than being just as old and dusty. As Blithe closed and handed off the demonic tome, the dusty book mysteriously fell from it's spot on the shelf and clattered to the floor in one of the isles.