when: 9th of the 10th month, mid-morning where: castle tyrholm’s library open to: @shadowrcith
Castle Tyrholm’s library is as vast as it is old. The first time Francis laid eyes upon it, they stood, stock-still in the doorway, in utter awe, its collection rivaling that of the Temple’s. The King’s disdain for knowledge has not seemed to make its way to the library quite yet. Francis has lived in the Castle for the better part of their life, and they have not even read the spines of every book that sits inside it.
Francis is looking for something. A Book of Undeath far older than they, that Francis has only ever heard tale of. If it is to exist in Tyrholm, they think it would be here. They walk through the library, their feet light on the carpet, meticulously searching each book on the shelves. They have had no luck when Wraith appears, materializing in the room like a shadow rising up from the floor.
Francis frowns.
“Wraith,” they say, nodding in greeting. It is out of obligation far more than friendliness, and they promptly turn back to the shelf before them, still in pursuit of the book.