"All these books are...."  She stopped there, actually shivering. There was just something chilling about the tomes she was to deliver, something she couldn't place her finger on.  The first tome was locked shut, and without a key. The second was a tome on abberations. The third, an unholy text devoted to Urgathoa, and the final book, a translation of Zon-Kuthon's unholy book. Three choices, then.  "Then...this one. He left notes in it, so...maybe it's something?" She guesses hopefully, grabbing<em>Serving Your Hunger</em>from the group. "Here goes nothing...This is such an odd feeling, though...Just...dread." She notes with a shudder, the feeling utterly unpleasant to her.  Taking a deep breath, she opens the tome, and begins reading its pages dutifully, searching the notations as well.