(Below is a few writings Cymic carries around with him in a single leather journal. This is OOC info, unless you have the journal IC.)
You open the door to the cellar. In your view, you see several large kegs, stepping by the wine rack on your right with a passing glance. On the far side of the basement, you stumble upon a large bookshelf, looking around timidly as if you know you shouldn't be in here. You venture on, still, reaching the shelf, you notice a singe leather journal open, yet dusty. extending off your tip-toes, you're able to pull it off the case. It fell shut in your hands, a gust of dust spurring into your face. You sputter for a moment. Brushing off the cover with a smooth wipe of your sleeve, you reveal a large C S, one letter overlapping the other and after a moment of confusion, you begin to turn through the old pages curiously. Inside it, you find several short stories.
You open the door to the cellar. In your view, you see several large kegs, stepping by the wine rack on your right with a passing glance. On the far side of the basement, you stumble upon a large bookshelf, looking around timidly as if you know you shouldn't be in here. You venture on, still, reaching the shelf, you notice a singe leather journal open, yet dusty. extending off your tip-toes, you're able to pull it off the case. It fell shut in your hands, a gust of dust spurring into your face. You sputter for a moment. Brushing off the cover with a smooth wipe of your sleeve, you reveal a large C S, one letter overlapping the other and after a moment of confusion, you begin to turn through the old pages curiously. Inside it, you find several short stories.
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