Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190107205055/@comment-5583506-20190108152707

Grayle loosened the black tome that hung from the side of her sash. It was an ugly thing. Big, black, shiny and bound in the skin of various animals from the mystical east. It almost looked like a living creature itself, or at least something that had once been alive. The lock was in silver-lined metal. It appeared to be made of Valyrian steel, but it was an uncertainty. What was certain however was that once Grayle had unleashed the hinges of the thick lock the book slid open upon the table, its front slamming into the surface with a heavy thud. It was quite remarkable how the witch was able to carry that heavy thing around with her wherever she went. Push came to shove, she could most likely use it as a weapon to crush someone to death with.

"Let's see then, my lady", Grayle said cautiously, gently flipping through the parched pages.

Strange writings in dark red ran from line to line. Definitely not any known language in western Essos, and perhaps not even widely known in the east either. Judging by the macabre cover of the book, one could only assume what the writing had been inked with.

"You want to become more proficient? Is that what you are saying?" She glanced over at the young woman sitting across the table. "There are of course ways in this book, but some require even more patience to learn than becoming more consistent altogether on your own. Of course the effort would be worth it in the end, but it might cost you."