Iron Station Savage Masks IC

[InTheMachine]

Raphael
"That... makes me feel better," Stella says. "I apologize for presuming."

There isn't any text on the cover of the book that Raphael can make out, only worn red leather. "It's a grimoire, written by a woman named Kishar. The original text was in Sumerian. I pulled it from my mother's personal collection. Also, you speak German? Or was that sarcasm?” she adds with a small quirk of her lips. “Because if you do, that would be very helpful.”

She rolls her wrist and a notebook fades into reality into her open hand. She places it down next to the leather bound book. “I’ve been translating what I could, but like I said, it’s very choppy in places.”

Stella takes the baggies, holding them up to the light. "I never heard of anything like that, and we got a fair amount of drug addicts that came through the clinic," she says, handing them back to Raphael.