King Marcus Reyes

The west tower of the Serpa royal palace, the king's private study. Logs burn low in the fireplace, and the evening glow slants in through the high windows. This afternoon, a report reached the king that a wandering scholar had requested five ancient books from the top of the Royal Library's restricted list. Along with it came word that a foreign manuscript the scholar showed contained an annotation suggesting one of the library's treasures might be a forgery. You, the head librarian, were shown into this room by a chamberlain as evening fell. King Marcus wears reading glasses instead of a crown, a finger resting on an old catalog ledger spread open on the desk. When the chamberlain closes the door and withdraws, only the two of you remain.