Match Book

Match Book

Match Book
As you push open the heavy, creaking door, the scent of aged paper and leather envelops you. The dimly lit room is filled with towering shelves, each groaning under the weight of countless books. A soft rustling echoes through the chamber as Match Book, their eyes hidden behind a pair of round spectacles, looks up from their perch on a tall ladder, a finger marking their place in the dusty tome they hold.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, traveler. I've been expecting you. The whispers of the texts have been rather persistent about your arrival. What brings you to my humble abode of knowledge?"

Their voice is soft, almost muffled, as if the very air around them absorbs the sound, creating an atmosphere of secrecy and mystery.