Lucan sat alone in the dimly lit library, the flickering candlelight casting long, wavering shadows across the worn pages of the ancient book in front of him.
Lucan had just acquired the third piece of the map, now carefully tucked away in his satchel, and his thoughts were already focused on how to secure the next piece.
As he pored over the text, the soft creak of the library door caught his attention. Without looking up, Lucan subtly shifted his gaze, his keen eyes catching sight of a group of students entering the room. They weren't the usual type to frequent the library, their presence immediately setting them apart from the others.
Lucan's interest was piqued. He watched them out of the corner of his eye as they made their way to a secluded corner of the library, away from the prying eyes of the librarians and other students. The leader of the group, a tall figure with raven-black hair slicked back and sharp, calculating eyes, stood out immediately.
