Leaving the party to the Haunted Woods was not something Abraxas took lightly. Entering that place was always a dream for him, but he knew he couldn’t deny the request of the snake that was Salazar. As he was about the leave Rauru, he was accosted by a messenger and given a message by the man to perform an errand for him. To deny the master of the Black Tavern was to cut all ties with it. Though it depressed the Sheikah that he even needed to resort to such seedy places to conduct trade, he would not be able to trade off his finds for such lucrative profit. Dusk had begun to fall over the ruins, the last light pouring through the remains of the capital. Redead were scattered like rats, either curled up on the ground, dormant. Or they roamed mindlessly, following any distraction that caught their hollowed out eyes. These were all once people, alive and with purpose. Their condition not of their own choosing. Abraxas wanted to help them, but there was nothing he could do for these poor people besides end their misery. Silently, he wandered through the streets, avoiding the main streets and plazas that attracted the dead. The occasional redead stumbled across his path. Abraxas simply summoned light to stun them, then used shadow magic to rewrite the curse within them – ‘killing’ them instantly. He hated coming here, it was just a kick in the teeth. The city was still beautiful, you can see it beneath the toppled columns and the grim if you truly looked. However, he was obliged to, he needed to find something. His destination was the Grand Library, or what was the Grand Library before the books were either rushed to safety, stolen or burned for fuel. Over the years people had ventured in and attempted to rescue what remained, there were secret stashes and rooms dotted about the building that held the most precious of tomes, guarding Hyrule’s long and complex history. One such book was rumored to remain within its walls, locked away and it was this book that Salazar requested. Why he wanted it, why he even knew about it, Abraxas wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even sure what nature the book was, this he imagined it was something dark and sinister. Abraxas sensed the darkness of the sky thickening. The city was far too dangerous to roam during the night. He looked around, the broken street showed little sign of protection and shelter. Some of the second floor rooms would prove safer than the rest so the Sheikah headed for one of those. Pushing open a rotting door, Abraxas ventured inside an abandoned house and wandered upstairs.