As you walk into a darkly lit room, the walls are lined with books and scrolls from every place, time and language. Candles flicker in their mounts, slowly pooling wax at their bases. An ornate desk sits unattended in the center of the room, its glossy finish reflecting the soft light back at you. On this desk inkwells and quills are strewn about across the many different parchments and texts like abandoned weapons on a battlefield. A well worn and imposing book rests at the center of this chaos waiting, as some books do, as if they know what secret knowledge they hold. A book that knows it is coveted and sought after by the countless and faceless. Apart from time these books are masterless, vibrating with insight into the mysteries of the known and unknowable. This is your Book of Shadows and it waits for you.