Fifteen minute later Kane and I stood before a familiar black walnut counter. The stale scent of must filled my nose as I gazed at the elderly dragon behind the counter. As usual the Archivist was translating an ancient tome. Today the book appeared to be the Nevacoraplus. I cannot be certain of course but the age of the book and the subject both lean towards it being that one.
Ordinarily, I would wait for acknowledgment, however today I was impatient.
"Sir," I said breaking our established protocol. The Archivist blinked up at me. "Sir, I am not certain, but I believe at least two of this season's participants are demons."
The Archivist's face immediately darkened, "Which ones and what is your evidence?" He asked quickly.
