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Hasanzedah had since moved away from the incident and now found himself in his room in the Ogre's Head that he had been renting for the past week. The room was dingy and dusty, but it had a candle and that was all he needed to read a few of the ancient tomes he had come across in his collapsing homeland of Qadath. He sat a read, absorbing the knowledge of times passed, and soon he didn't hear the sounds of the loud tavern below as he focused intently on his book. This one was brown and had the title Magicus Arcanum. Just one of the countless books in that over-sized book-bag he carried around and have yet to begin or finish.