Iskra’s heart was beating like a Gruul war drum as she tried making herself as small as possible. Hiding in a gap between a pair of large bookshelves she was eyeing the opening nervously. It was only through concerted mental effort that she managed to control her breathing again. The noise of her chipped breaths seemed to echo throughout the large room in her ears. Outside in the large library, there was someone or something, looking for her.
She knew she had been onto something special when she had come across an old diary entry that had made mention of a private collection that had recently changed owners. Although recently might’ve been a rather generous phrase as the entry was dated at least a couple of hundred years ago. The previous owner’s demise had not been made entirely clear but she reckoned it had probably happened through some underhanded means. But what had been far more interesting had been some of the books mentioned in the collection. While there wasn