Book Store

Tome Level: 1. Housed Imps: 3

The old man was in the middle of locking up his store. A store he'd had in his family for ages. It was a in the upscale side of town, specializing in specialty books. The kinds you wanted translated, from over seas or copies from museums. Highly prized, highly valued, highly discrete. It was a good job, a job his family had held for years, and that his grand kids would be taking over. Nice kids, but maybe they could use some better work ethic. Running the store should help them out. After all they had done a good job today...., or had they?

There was one book left out, a strange deep violet book with characters on it just lying on the floor. Detail-less silhouettes on the edges that looked like cartoon characters but as he flipped through the tome, the paper was old and faded; years older than expected. An odd book but his clients were the odd sort so it matched. Most people showed up under an alias or even in disguise so why not mask what a book actually was?

The old coot simply shrugged and dusted the cover of any grime it had collected. It was late but he could do a quick check of his records to make sure. Besides, Benny the watchman would be by soon to check on him. Good lad, had a strong sense of right in his head. The lad had escorted the old book keep down from the tenth floor his shop was on several times now. He'd wait to see if he turned up while he checked the book out.

Laying it out on the counter, the old man went to his small office to type away to check on who this book could be for. Was it his tiredness, age, or something else that prevented him from seeing the faint glow from the pages.

Or the sounds of someone coming closer to his shop.