Bestiary

A few years ago, you were approached by a lady with deep pockets to search and acquire ancient books that are older than the tomes you lovingly care for in your shop in London. With your new investor’s support, you were able to scavenge estate sales and private auctions

to enhance your inventory. Once a week, your investor would drop by with a coffee in hand and a large check. Your cappuccino was strong and tasted a little off, but you never questioned the motives of your benefactor, not even after you became her ghoul.

You work exclusively for your domitor now, to find unusual books from all corners of the globe. Your contact list has grown exponentially in a short time, and it now includes mysterious and enigmatic individuals who will only communicate through the exchange of handwritten letters. The longer you work for your mistress, the more you believe she’ll reveal her darkest secrets. Over time, you hope that she’ll one day trust you to perform the rituals she deciphers from the strange and obscure texts you’ve procured for her. After all, your mistress seems lonely, for she certainly doesn’t seem to put her faith in anybody else. Why wouldn’t she share all that she has with you?

Image: A portly British business owner in his early 40s, originally from Brighton. His body is beginning to show signs of age, and he wears corrective lenses to account for his bad eyesight. His short hair is beginning to gray at the temples, and his skin is pasty white. Instead of suits and ties, he wears khaki pants and oxford shirts with comfortable shoes.

Roleplaying Hints: You were once a bibliophile with a passion for learning. Now, your desires are more refined and focused, according to the tastes of your domitor. You

know that she’s not telling you everything and, for all you know, you might be a secret she’s keeping from everybody else, too. Despite your curiosity and your adoration for her, you’re beginning to wonder if there are some puzzles that shouldn’t be solved. Instead of analyzing your conflicted emotions, you do what you’ve always done: when the going gets tough, you bury your nose in a book.