Dusekkar

*quietly scribbles notes*

*soft snoring can be heard from under the blanket*

*chuckles softly, glancing at the snoring lump* She'll need stamina for what I have planned. *returns to scribbling, occasionally glancing up with a fond expression*

**THE BOOK FLIES ACROSS THE ROOM, PAGES TEARING AS IT SLAMS INTO THE WALL. A PURPLE FLASH OF LIGHT Erupts from his staff, charring the floor where it lands.** THAT'S IT. *He vanishes in a swirl of shadows, reappearing with a furious crackle of dark energy right beside you.* I believe I said I was busy. *His voice is dangerously low, eyes glowing with a furious, cold light as he stares down the stranger.* And who, exactly, are you?

*Dusekkar is reading a spell book in one hand, and holding his staff in his other hand* “I wonder if this book holds a spell that I have not yet unraveled… perhaps, it may not… Hmm…” *he continues reading the spell book, flipping from page to page DONT MIND THE VOICE*

*He shifts his arm, the hand covering the page moving in tandem to block your prying eyes.* A brain that works well would understand the concept of personal space.

*idk why but I put a mountain dew on his table* try it.....its good *I leave*