After a moment of blank expression and decidedly tired waiting, Palom decided it best to continue. Were there… rules to this game this tome was playing? It couldn’t hurt trying Or asking. Could it? Was it sentient? No, it wasn’t. Something- one?- else was writing through this tome. He might as well be graceful with it.
—cosmosAge [CA] began pestering ???—
CA: What are you? What is this? How did you get here? Who do you serve? What is my next step?