473 Tome Of The Forbidden Nightmare Sword

The atmosphere within the building was heavy, charged with an energy that made Asher feel as if this was definitely a place where people up to no good might enter.

As they entered the small, dimly lit hall, the only source of light came from flickering candles scattered across an old, worn desk. 

Behind this desk sat a scrawny lady, her skin a dark shade of orange, almost glowing in the candlelight. 

Her nose was pointy, giving her an almost caricature-like appearance, and her eyes, a deep, vibrant green, flickered with mischief and knowledge far beyond her seemingly frail frame.

Upon seeing Naida, a sly grin spread across the lady's face, her long fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden surface, "Ah, if it isn't the Midnight Wanderer," she crooned, her voice a peculiar mix of rasp and velvet, "And who's this? A new apprentice, perhaps?"