Dorrik scratched his beard. "A Grimoire? Strange word, that. You say it's a book?"
I smiled, "Well, calling it a book is like referring to the sun as a small ball of fire, but yes, they are in the same ballpark."
"Ah, so it's not necessarily about the book; it is what it contains. Ah, you wield your power from a distance; now that is surprising, because your body is so powerful, I assumed you must be a creature that breaks mountains with your fist. Interesting, so what is in this book?"
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Before I mentioned the Grimoire, my mind had been in a whirlwind of activity.
Everything I know about Grimoires, I know from three sightings and one conversation, and the conversation happened while a Sovereign was setting fire to five hundred square miles of a demon god's flesh and my soul was being ground into ash for the privilege of watching.
It was a good thing that Caldus wanted to take me as his student, so he told me the basics of what a Grimoire was.
