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For once, it seemed Thyme’s lack of expression was better for him – it hid the fact that he didn’t understand a word of what this shopkeeper had just said… but he knew one thing for sure. This man seemed to be genuinely enthusiastic about this. Thyme had held a mediocre interest in the ancient world, favoring innovations of technology instead, but as he heard the shopkeeper’s story, he felt somewhat bad for the elderly man. It would be cruel to just ignore this old professor’s wares, and who knew? Perhaps he could find an interest in old languages.

Examining both grimoires, he tried to at least gain a hint of what sort of books the two were. The words were foreign to him, and couldn’t tell at all… Latin wasn’t something he was familiar with, so there really wasn’t a point to buying either of them. Even still, looking at the expectant expression on the professor’s face, he hesitantly reached for the embellished purple one of a longer title. Taking it and flipping through its brittle pages, Thyme stared at the strange words with mild frustration – his passive expression failed to show the extent of his confusion. “Could you… summarize what this one is about?” he finally asked after a leafing through its contents.