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[arcanescholxr]

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The little witch went to places most wouldn’t dare. He’d sneak into abandoned ruins, old manors and crumbling temples. A lot of them had old dungeons just waiting in plain sights. The prospect of treasure or gold wasn’t what lured Dwight in, like a siren beckoning sailors to shore. It was the grimoires that Dwight truly wanted.

Old grimoires and spell books were Dwight’s interest. It was so exciting to find journals that witches had and learn from them. Although magic came to Dwight naturally, the power bubbling in his blood and threatening to burst from his fingertips, his magic was hard to control. He figured if he could find old grimoires, he might be able to find a way to help himself with his magic.

His footsteps echoed softly as he walked throughout the abandoned manor, the ancient wood groaning at his weight. A small ball of light trailed behind Dwight as he walked, illuminating the area for a small radius. The far corners of the manor was still lost to darkness. Anyone could sneak on the poor witch…

Dwight pushes a door open and steps into a room, looking around. He moves over to a bookshelf, pulling around at the books, his nostrils invaded by the amount of dust that floated about. Dwight kneels over, his focus elsewhere, not paying attention to anyone or anything behind him.