Max kept rummaging through mountains of objects with growing resignation.
About fifteen minutes had already passed.
And somehow, the room didn't look any better at all.
"Seraphine."
The mage was still bent over a slightly crooked shelf, checking rolled-up scrolls and books stacked in physically questionable positions.
"Hmm?"
Max looked at her with existential exhaustion.
"Are you sure it was here?"
Seraphine didn't even look up.
"Yes."
She grabbed another book.
Opened it.
Closed it.
"I have no doubts."
Max gestured around them.
"We've spent like fifteen minutes digging through magical garbage and humidity."
He placed a hand against the wall.
"I think I'm starting to feel nauseous."
Seraphine finally looked at him.
And laughed.
"I'm sorry."
She didn't sound particularly sorry.
"It really should be here."
She paused thoughtfully for a few seconds.
Then clicked her tongue softly.
"Maybe it would be better if I use a search spell."
