----Library----
"I see..." Iris gave a short stare as Herunes attempted to draw on his darker form only to falter at the last moment. "I would guess some kind of binding incantation..." she continued sorting through her books and filing them one by one, brushing past the old Daemon as she did so. "About time someone put you in your place. You play with people's mind too often when summoned Herunes." Iris had learned the damaging effect of Herunes mind bending, how he could make you feel a despair that no human should face. If it were not for her own history of what life had thrown at her she may have been more fearful of the Daemon. But why should someone who lost everything care about losing one last shred of sanity.
"I care little if you have no power or a sudden fetish for rat droppings" she began while pacing the shelves with a bony finger outstretched as to locate a specific tome. "but you are less than useless without that meddling you do. Ah..." Iris pulled out a small and shriveled leather bound book no larger than her hand in width and only a few inches in height. It was a rather uninteresting book to look at, until she opened the pages that is. The first words on the old fading paper that looked as though it would crumble under her touch, were elvish symbols. "One of our oldest books from the first teachings. I can't say it will have anything useful but it covers a few of the old ways in binding magic." Iris held the book to Herunes, eyes looked at him as if she had just stepped on something. "And make sure you bring this one back in one piece."