The Immortal Bibliophile
Starter: open for everyone
Location: library
Earagon ambled through the cobbled streets, the familiar rhythm of his footsteps a comforting counterpoint to the city's gentle hum. His gaze, however, was soon drawn irresistibly towards a building he knew intimately – the grand, old bookshop, a sanctuary of stories he frequented with a passion. Today, a particular longing tugged at his heart. He found himself searching, not for just any tome, but for a cherished work by his dearest friend and human companion, the sadly departed Miss Jane Austen.
During his extraordinarily long lifetime, Earagon had been granted the immense privilege of befriending the witty and insightful lady, and today, an acute pang of nostalgia for her presence, and her prose, settled upon him. He yearned to reread Pride and Prejudice, one of her truly fantastic works, a book that never failed to charm and captivate him with its sharp observations and timeless romance.
With a hopeful sigh, he pushed open the heavy oak door, the familiar scent of aged paper and ink enveloping him like a warm embrace. He stepped inside, his eyes already scanning the towering shelves, praying that the beloved novel would still be in stock. As he navigated the narrow aisles, his attention fixed on the endless rows of spines, he inadvertently bumped into someone. The other patron, just as engrossed as Aeragon, also had their eyes buried deep within the pages of a book. Curiosity, an ever-present facet of Earagon's ancient spirit, piqued within him. He leaned in slightly, a subtle tilt of his head, hoping to catch a glimpse of the wonderous work that had so thoroughly captivated the stranger.