Failed Research
Banagan sat on the ground with his legs crossed and a large book open, laying across his lap. His finger ran across the page, his eyes following the words the flowed above them. Nothing. He flipped a page and continued to trace his fingers across the paper. Again, nothing. The warlock turned to the next page, then the next, then the next. Finally, he hands fell away from the book and his head lowered so that his chin rested against his chest. With a heavy sigh, he closed the book slowly.
“Nothing?”
Banagan looked over to see the imp Voltuk peeking around the corner of a bookcase. Sighing again, the warlock shook his head.
“No. No help at all.”
Voltuk moved around the corner, his clawed toes clicking against the stone tiles of the floor as he came to stand beside the warlock.
“I could burn it down,” Voltuk offered with a grin. “Teach these nasty books a lesson.”
“No,” Banagan replied. “We just need to find the right library. The right book.”
“What now?”
“Go check on my family. Make sure they’re okay, but don’t be seen.”
“And if they’re in danger?”
“Help if you can, but...”
“Don’t be seen,” Voltuk grinned, finishing Banagan’s instructions. “I’m never seen. Except when I am.”
Banagan shook his head and smirked slightly. “Check on them. Then come back. By then, I will hopefully know where to go next.” Voltuk nodded and disappeared, leaving the warlock to return the tome to its place on the shelves.
