Loki sighed. "Any idea what the title was or what it looked like? Maybe it's just wandered onto the wrong shelf."

"I saw a few historical books a while ago. Might have two or three back in my room, in fact," he admitted feeling a vague hint of guilt. "For pleasure reading in between my research. Wonder where they all went to."

He had more that two history books in his attic nest, but it couldn't be hat many. Or could it?

"Work? Oh no, I just live here." He was sure he'd remember a man like this. The scars were quite memorable. "And I'm sure I haven't met you before. I'm Loki, Loki Lyesmith."