As he coughs, the wrinkled scribe blows a cloud of dust from the cover of a leatherbound tome, creaking its spine with each turned page...

"Nasal..."
"Nebulous..."
"Nickel..."
"Nightshade!"

"That's just what I needed. Yes, yes, come closer. I want to get a better look at you and the candle light does nothing for my vision. Ah! An adventurer? Surely you visit me for answers, yes? Surely you have questions, queries, quandaries, or other missteps of the mind, yes? I as well, but what was it I was looking for...
Something that started with 'N', no doubt. But what was it...? You'll find a list of all the boo... nightshade! I was looking up Nightshade. How absent-minded of me to forget something as simple and deadly as Nightshade. Be sure you don't do the same or you'll be sleeping in a pine box, I can tell you that! Now if you don't mind, I have research to continue. Nickel... Why was I looking up nickel? I must've grabbed the wrong book..."

by Cebrious Arcane