"Yes, I have it here," he pulls up the flap of his messenger bag. The book is there, alongside some other writing materials. "Would you like them? I have my own."

"So you know the dark rituals are bogus from experience, do you?" the druid leaning in the doorway between them asks, nudging Anton in the side with an elbow.

"Of course," the man readjusts his coat proudly. "As I said, I take pride in doing my research. Knowing the dark arts is not the same as using them, you know."