Slips the last book in a series back into an antique Aethasian bookcase. Fingers for a stretch on a cluttered oak desk before grasping a pen and writing in flourished script on spare paper.
Signing off the Aethasian Forums.
Swivels around and seizes my sword resting on the fireplace mantelpiece, and half grins while teleporting off to another adventure. Writer's mood of course.
