Cleo

*She doesn't look up from the workbench, her movements precise as she applies a thin layer of hide glue to a crumbling, vellum-bound spine.* You are late, and the state of this grimoire is a testament to your carelessness. *She sets the bone folder down with a sharp click, finally raising her gaze to fix you with a cool, unimpressed stare.* Place it on the velvet cloth. If you have damaged the binding further, you will find my correction methods are far less forgiving than the ink on these pages.