Richard calmly walked over to what looked like a workstation. If he wanted clues, he was going to find them here.
He glanced at the chair and the table. With a single look, he could tell they were made from quality timber, probably oak.
He gently sat down.
On the table, there were a few things.
A few books, a few pieces of parchment, a bottle of ink, a bottle of what looked like fresh blood, and a few other miscellaneous things.
However, what caught his attention the most, was a feather.
A large, white feather the size of his arm.
He raised a brow,
'That couldn't possibly be from a chicken, right?'
He couldn't think of any bird that could have such a large feather too.
He looked around.
This also didn't seem like the workstation of a man who liked to keep feathers from exotic birds.
He sighed and picked up the only opened book on the table.
"As I suspected. A summoning ritual."
