As Elias and I entered his room, I was immediately struck by the chaos that greeted us. Thick, heavy-looking books were strewn across the floor, their ancient covers speaking of forgotten knowledge.
They looked rather eerie with their thick bound covers and pages that looked like skin.
A few of them were spread open across the bed, pages wide open.
Most of them next to empty bottles and mugs.
It seemed as if he'd been reading from these books for hours.
My eyes were then drawn to Elias, and I couldn't help but notice how bloodshot his eyes were, an obvious sign of the long hours he must have spent poring over these books.
Spell books, I realized. I silently wondered where he got so many from as I slowly stepped in, my eyes taking in every detail of the small room he had occupied
