[h1][color=purple]Umbrix[/color][/h1]
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The tower, being devoted to the pursuit of arcane knowledge, was packed with labyrinthine libraries devoted to practically all forms of magic arts, and even beyond those, sections full of information on all known species across the many lands of this world. They even had a book on Fenneca. And it dictated just about what Umbrix expected.

[i]Fenneca were born of an abominable union between a demon and a satyr.[/i]

[i]The Houses of the Fenneca engage in abhorrent rituals to sustain their life forces.[/i]

[i]The Fenneca of House Manskr abduct and consume small children.[/i]

That last one was partially true, however. Orniklask was notorious for the practice, but the rest of the House never bothered intervening. He’s gone now but, he departed with a full belly.

Umbrix was seated upon an ornate wooden chair, reading through the book with several more sitting on a stand next to him. The aisle on occultism proved fruitful in providing tomes written on the topic of necromancy, many of which he’d not had the good fortune of reading in the past. As much as he detested the ideas on the art that other races held, he was somewhat confident he would be able to collect [i]something[/i] from the collected works. He’d work on it until this [i]Seadus[/i] figure decided to call the guests together. And speaking of guests, many more had arrived after the Fenneca.

As he read onward, the patter of a young girl’s hurried footsteps sounded from outside the little enclave. Umbrix looked up as, what he presumed to be a servant, entered his view. As she ran, she turned her head left to catch a glimpse of the seated Fenneca. Her eyes widened a little and she almost stumbled, nearly dropping whatever it is she was carrying. She quickly regained her composure and went on her way.

Umbrix paused for a moment before returning to the book. And for a moment, he wondered what the general opinion of his kind was in this place.