Reply To: The Incense of the Quadrivium’s Mystiques

What is that book doing under the table?  Truella frowned and bent down, squinting. It was a dark covered old book, with yellowy pages, loose and thick. Wiping the dust off with her hand, she walked over the the window, trying to decipher the faded title. Me and Minn.

The mysterious Mr Minn. Where had she heard that before?