It was time that he brought out the dark arcana book hidden by his mother. Eltanin knew where the book was but he also knew that the kind of spells that protected it were far too dangerous. As he stroked the fire, the fire crackled and the logs caved in on themselves, sending a small plume of embers up.
What do you this is going to happen?
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!