Dreyden woke from a dead sleep. His entire body was buzzing; there was something in the air, he could feel it. Just like when he first arrived in this gods forsaken place, he could sense the grimoire. He pushed himself up as he sprang from the bed, and began to pace the room. He felt nervous, and almost sick, his mind racing through the possibilities of who might be trying to steal his book.
This couldn’t happen; only he was strong enough to control it. He had sacrificed everything for this book, and nobody was going to steal it from him. Striding over to his desk, he grabbed his scrying stone, and headed for the map of Elden.