You pass into the back-entrance of the book shoppe, where it is rather dark and dirty. Dust has coated everything in here. Why hasn't it been kept well? Literally hundreds of books must be in here...
"Welcome," says a meloncholy voice. "I am Turlor."
You turned and are faced with... a gryphon! She has a rather sweet face, although her eyes are definately meloncholy. You look at her and feel for her.
"Those who come here now," she begins, "usually have come for my story. It's not a pretty one, but it is one I am willing to share to those people who will listen...or read. Would you like to hear it?" She asks as if she were signing a death sentence. You nod.
"Of course, this is not entirely my story. It is shared with someone rather close to me. Please, read."
She hands you a pristene looking journal, which is black and grey. It looks to be very old indeed.
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