“SPAIN. IN ANDALUSIA, TO BE PRECISE.” He starts, not really having a problem when it comes to revealing origins of tattered book. Of course, he’s not about to disclose the reasons why he has it, or where in Andalusia he found it. The least he wants is to be denied help due to theories that most consider maddening.
“I don’t…know what other information you need, but…” A shrug leaves him, actually taking note of how careful the other is with the book. It seems, he really does seem to care for literature pieces — well, it showed when he almost fainted (an exaggeration brewing in Félix head) due to book’s horrible & feeble condition. Not Félix’s fault —- he unfortunately found it like that. It was actually way worse, wet and covered in mud. What a way to hide a book, right?
“Well…I know there aren’t many copies of this one. That’s why I’m here. It’s not a book you can find in popular bookshelves or just in any place. It…it also might hold vital information for certain topics, depending on beliefs and perspectives, that is.” A pause. “This…particular one is in this condition due to avarice, I believe.” He sighs. “It’s very old, too…mostly speaks about…Plato and other things happening during ancient years, but it holds very particular maps you can’t find anywhere else. Does any of that ring any bells?”
Spain, Andalusia... It sounds like a place his parents would travel to, far away, exotic... Was it exotic? Theo didn’t know, he barely went out of New York less alone across big oceans. Focus Theo, we have a mystery ahead. He heard one of his friends say and a silent nod followed.
The man before him was talking quite disappointed at the state of the book and what seemed like a futile discovery mission. A hum escaped the young book-keeper’s lips. His eyes were glued to the very few pages left as he flipped them over and over, picked the book up and analyzed every inch of paper. Theo would be lying if he said that all the information was adding up as substantial information for him to find about it. Look at that, what can you even get from that thing? Shakes said, Theo hushed him under his breath.
❛ It’s a shame honestly ❜ the book-seller finally muttered with a slight pull on the corner of his lips letting the book down on the counter. ❛ I mean, we’re missing the cover so... Hard time to know the actual title. Missing the first pages, including the title page, to know whether this one is a first edition or one of the copies you mention sir and who wrote it... Given the topics you mention and the maps that are hard to find, it definitely must be an antique book. ❜ His shoulders slumped a bit, lips pursed. ❛ But not all is lost, I know Mr. Ettiore has connections in the ABBA... The Antiquarian Bookseller’s Association of America... Long name. ❜ Theo chuckled ❛ Or the ILAB, I’ll spare you the other long name, maybe they may have a copy of your book in their possession... but would you have any problem with us contacting people outside from our venue? ❜
Look at you all grown up and professional, said Poe. Theo groaned under his breath.
