Petra continued to examine the tome, and felt something... off. You see, this wasn't Petra's first rodeo. She was not by any means a master, but she was incredibly powerful for training herself with no assistance. She felt the pages. She could feel that the magic in the book had been drain from a combination of use, and age. What little magic that was left was too weak to even be recycled into a new item, let alone for any of the spells inside the actual book.
"Damn it." Petra cursed quietly too herself. "If only..." and then she stopped. She remembered a spell she had learned about a few years ago. A special tracking spell used by witches and warlocks to find another one's artifacts. She quietly said the imcantation, her mind stretching and her eyes glowing blue. She began to follow the magic mindlessly, blacking out.
When Petra woke up, she was in the middle of a clearing in the woods. She had a miny panic attack until she realized she could still see the towns clock tower from where she was. She looked down and noticed she was standing on a circular l stone door, magic runes etched into it. Petra knelt down and with a simple incantation opened it revealing a ladder. When she opened the hatch, she was hit with a wave of concentrated magic. She decended the ladder, finding herself in a large room, and found herself surrounded by all sides with ancient and powerful warlock relics. Petra could feel the the power of enchantments, herbs, and curses ripple through the air, like ripples in a lake. Many of the artifacts were mundain, like robes, staffs, wands, tomes, jewelery and the such. But there were many exotic ones, a box of cursed idols, a glowing vial, an arcane focus, and even a warlock nexus, the forge of relics. Petra looked around in excitement. So much magic to use in many way. Petra decided to go to...