 Squeezing in
Every chamber in the department had its own atmosphere. To Damian, Codes was rather musty. He had not been here since the nasty business with the cursed puzzle box.
"I thought of taking residence here someday, when I was no longer capable of daredevilry, and death-defying deeds of derring-do." Though mercurial in nature, he was surprisingly organized. In his right hand, he held a wand that was not his own. Taken from the defeated vampire Bain Goldwasser, Damian had turned a wicked weapon into a tool to perform mundane tasks, such as doing the dishes, or organizing books.
With his eyes wandering at the sight of countless wonders, his ears stayed amongst the other unspeakables.
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