Dishonored - A Mechanic's Notes.

Lurk sighed. The mess Sokolov left; wherever he went on the boat, a mess of books lay in his wake. This one, however, felt different - older, more personal, the leather covered in cracks and small scratches, as if kept in a bag. She sat down, a certain allure to the book eminating out from the dusty exterior, and began to read.