An abnormally large, very old book forms before you. It is tattered, bound with the ancient skin of some hardy beast, and decorated with foreign ornaments fused into the binding. As it opens, the pages make a crisp noise, dryly rubbing upon each other.
"This is the Living Grimmoire of Fables. Our kind call it the book of immortals. Once you have become a Legend, in this book's eyes, it takes your life into it, and when it does, it means that you will never disappear from existance, and your words will echo forever."
