Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180716035529/@comment-30014014-20180720044725

''Said man is welcomed to a junior apothecary juggling said book in a sandwich of bag and lanterm. Noting by his eyes wavering alongside the thing, he seemed to be increasingly at a losing battle against the tome in its desire to fall flat to the ground. No way David was going to pick it up against after spending 10 minutes just to pck it up with a lantern somehow'' "Yea...a book. You know: heavy, uneven, cursed".