<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Cx3ofPu.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Ixeor, Sovereign of the Realms Betwixt and Between<br/><strong>What:</strong>A book...? How intriguing!<br/><strong>When:</strong>Second Round<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Manor District<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hearing about The Malignant Grimoire--and even in his thoughts, the words are capitalized--going missing had been worrying. Dark magic has a bit of a bad rap, as far as he's concerned, but it's also easily misused. Between its reputation and bizarre fondness for Gothic clothing and candles made of flesh, Ixeor supposes it isn't an undeserved view. Really, no one can pull off coats that black in the summer.<br/><br/>Consequently, he knew that he must obtain the book. Who other than he could use its secrets responsibly, in a way that would better the world for everyone? Magic is about progress, and avoiding certain fields of magic because they seem creepy isn't, in his book, an ideal way to conduct oneself. Why, he'd enchanted a kitchen knife of his with a lovely little dark cutting curse--he hasn't had to worry about sharpening his knives in ages, and the slices of tomato they make are razor thin!<br/><br/>With that in mind he'd set out, sticking to what he thought was his best chance of finding it. After all, the book had gone missing from The Palace Vaults. The most likely culprits to his mind were some noble that was sighted and wanting to get back at the Princess--an understandable mindset, even if their choice of reading material may need some work.<br/><br/>It was, after all, time to call on his friends in the district. He'd taken to dropping in with his loyal friends and allies within the district to discuss theory at various salons, showing his face and his world view and having a good bottle of wine or two in the process. Say what you will about the nobles, but it is hard to find a good bottle of anything outside the Manor or, perhaps, University district. As he'd partaken of drink and entertainment he'd had his golems searching libraries and bedrooms--after all, no one gave any mind to servants doing servant work. Even ones as unusual as the golems appeared. Whilst his beautiful creations did their work, he'd tried to see if any of the nobles wanted to brag about a recently acquired book or any such thing.<br/><br/>All in the hopes of finding, and perhaps bartering... or stealing... it back. For the Greater Good, of course. Magic now, magic forever.