Relkha Grimoires
Custom Tomes
Binding & Re-binding
Rare Books
Distinguished Works
for Discerning Practitioners
Appointments Preferred
44 Ward 27, Mist, La Noscea
Custom Works
Grimoires and illuminated scripts to exacting specifications.
Replication of existing arrangements or transcription of original works.
The finest inks of Ul'dah, flawless Gridanian tanned leathers, and fine paper and parchment from all corners of the Eorzean Alliance.
Consultation by Appointment only. Subject to lead times ranging 6-15 moons. Deposit required for work to begin. Customer-provided materials subject to rejection if below standard. Export documentation required for all materials originating from the Black Shroud.
Restoration & Repair
Practical or Archival.
Walk-in assessments at no cost.
Rebinding, cleaning, stain removal, patching, and page reproduction available.
Lead times dependent on extent of repairs needed. Objects with known vilekin infestation subject to freezing treatment before assessment at no charge.
Rare Works
Selection of rare and antique books and grimoires available on request.
Trades accepted contingent on appraisal.
All volumes guaranteed to have been cleaned, stabilized, and free of pests.
Items for sale have not been fully restored unless explicitly disclosed. No returns. Unrestored grimoires are NOT assured to have intact or functional arcane geometries.
Inquiries & Walk-Ins
Walk-ins should be sought in the afternoon and no later than the second bell of the morning.
Scheduled consultations may be arranged by post.
Exceptions may be made for geometric emergencies.
Aetherically sensitive visitors should be aware that a variety of wards are present to shield the volumes from the La Noscean salted air and prevent ingress of vilekin.
A private reading and consultation room is available to clients requiring discretion and quietude.
Visitors are advised to remain on the entry floor until greeted. Stairs both up and down lead to the private areas of my home. Kindly do not encroach unless invited.
The Day Off
The shop was closed. Not an infrequent occurrence, given its niche and the owner’s preference for appointments. No meetings with suppliers, house calls, or other excusable absences. Just a normal day off. A less frequent occurrence. Or night off, as it was already dusk by the time the miqo’te arrived at Camp Bronze Lake.Just as well, since the keeper’s eyes were due a rest that a wide hat and smoked glasses just could not provide over the duration two ferries and a chocobo ride. Which was rather a lot to fuss with for a soak in some hot water, Thali thought. But that wasn’t why she was here. The ruins of Nym in, on, and above the lake. Even the Camp was built atop them. Those were worth the visit. And the view?To stand before the lake was to view the unique panorama of the rent spire of Pharos Sirius, the remains of Nym, and the floating islands all captured in one wide frame of ruin. The secrets here were beyond imagination. Yet thoroughly explored, documented, published. Not to mention the Arcanists’ guild itself as a successor and heir to such things. In reality, there was little new to find here. Perhaps the barest sliver of an overlooked detail was yet left to be added to the largely well understood context of Nymian history, but that was enough.As she dismounted, content to go the rest on foot, she set out the plan in her head. A nice grid pattern of the shore to start. The context of anything left to find would be already trampled to the hells and back, never mind 1,500 years of calamity and spoken activity. But it was the hunt that mattered, the sheer presence of the place as an object for contemplation. Before three squares were paced out, her eyes were wandering to the floating islands in the distance. Her left hand idly touched the pommel of the sword at her side. More of an object of deterrence compared to tome and loose leafs in her satchel, but surely she was good enough to jab a decrepit golem or two if need be.With any luck, the hike would be uneventful. Maybe afterward the much-fussed hot groundwater the Camp was so proud of might be worth trying. Just up to the ankles, of course.