You draw the Book of Beast from your bag, open it and run into the parking lot. Luckily, it seems to be abandoned so there shouldn't be any spectators. You quickly look around for whoever sent the package, and see only a single other individual in the parking lot.
A man dressed in all in black, even complete with sunglasses. He looks like a stereotypical hired goon. Beneath his left arm is tucker a silver book. Could that be the Book of Myth?
"Well, well, it seems you're still alive."
Not wanting to waste any time, you point at him, and begin to mutter a spell.
"I wouldn't." The man replied. "You may wish to look behind you."
There's a pretty good chance this is a trick, but something about this man creeps you out. You turn and glance over your shoulder, and then nearly wet yourself.
Standing behind you, is at what at first glance is a giant overgrown lizard. However, the spines on its back, the wings, and the smoke coming out of its mouth soon gives you a clue as to what it actually is.
"A... dragon?" You reply.
"Yes. A beuty isn't it. Alright, here's how it works. If you cast a spell at me, the dragon will fry you. If you try to cast a spell at the dragon, I'll hit you with a spell of my own. So you see, either way you loose. Now, there is a way you can get out of this alive. If you hand over both books, I will leave you alive and continue my on my business. So, which is it going to be?"
You grit your teeth. You don't have to many options. "And just what is your business?"
"My business here and who sent me is none of your business. All that should concern you is giving me those books."
"So somsone did send you."
"Listen, are you going to give me the books, or am I going to have to kill you?"