Proper raced down a row of bookcases. Looking quickly for references that might lead him to anything. He turned a corner and stopped. At the other end of this particular row was a warlock. He had blood red skin and a shaved head. His eyes were filmy white and Proper knew he was blind. And could see through Dis-tins spell. He held a large, dusty book in his hands.
" your the high warlock arnt you?" The red man simply nodded. Proper had to focus on not looking guilty.
Mortal Instruments Guild
A guild for discussions, RPing, and generally enjoying books. Mostly Cassandra Clare's, but other's as well.
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