“In precise terms, how can one gain possession of the Black Grimoire, as soon as reasonably possible?” The journeyman jolted back as if I’d used an electric card on him. His hood fell away, revealing an average face, lips gaping at me like a kraken out of water. “That question,” he breathed. “How do you know about that? Why would you ask that?” I frowned at his strong reaction. I’d expected the journeyman to laugh at me. His reaction said there was more truth to the stories than I realized.
