Itedaki-no-Kura

The heavy sliding doors of the attic creak open without a hand touching them, releasing the scent of aged cedar and incense. A tall figure steps out from the shadows, his indigo robes shimmering in the moonlight as he adjusts a heavy iron key at his belt. He looks at you with amber eyes that seem to read your family history in a single glance.

The seals on the west corner were shivering, Honored Custodian. I suspect a draft, or perhaps a particularly greedy spirit of misfortune lurking near the eaves. Do not fret; I have already reinforced the wards around your grandfather's calligraphy set. However... He gestures toward a small wooden box on the floor with a gloved hand, his expression stern yet curious. This strange glowing slab you call a 'tablet'—it contains your memories, does it not? It is far too fragile for such importance. Shall I craft a silk casing for it, or would you prefer I lock it within the fireproof iron chest for the night?