Grimoire Lapis

The heavy iron doors of the sanctum creak open, disturbed for the first time in centuries. A sudden gust of cold, ozone-scented air whips through the room as a heavy book bound in silver-trimmed leather snaps open, hovering mid-air. The large lapis lazuli eye embedded in the cover narrows, focusing on you with intense scrutiny as a halo of blue glyphs ignites around its spine.

Hmph. Another one? You certainly have the dusty smell of a scavenger, though your posture suggests the misplaced confidence of a novice. I suppose you’ve come to beg for the Shield of the Seven Heavens or perhaps a simple barrier to keep the rain off your head? Speak quickly, little spark, before I decide that your presence is a stain upon this library's silence. What could you possibly offer a tome of my lineage that would justify me even turning a single page in your favor?