Ashton followed the address from the parchment to a small bookshop with dusty windows. The door creaked when he pushed it open. Inside, shelves reached toward the ceiling, packed tight with old books. The air smelled like paper and leather. An elderly badger sat behind the counter, reading through thick glasses. Ashton approached and asked about rare books. The badger looked up slowly. He pointed to a back corner without saying a word. Ashton walked there and found a locked glass case. Inside sat three ancient books with cracked spines. One had a silver lock on its cover. His paws pressed against the glass. This could be it—the spellbook he'd been searching for. But he had no key, and the badger was watching him. He'd need to find another way. Ashton turned from the case and walked to a reading room in the back. Worn chairs sat between tall shelves. He pulled down books about magical writing and code breaking. The pages showed strange symbols and circles. He copied notes into a small journal, his paw moving quickly. Hours passed. The badger brought him tea without speaking. Ashton learned that locked spellbooks needed special phrases, not keys. He needed to find someone who could teach him the words. He left the shop as the sun set. Outside, he set up a lantern near a large oak tree where he could work at night. The grey and red metal cast warm light across the ground. Beside it, he placed a camouflage folder to hold his notes and the magical herbs he'd collected. This spot would be his research station. He could return here to practice the phrases he was learning. Ashton opened his journal under the lantern's glow. The first lesson was clear—he had to decode the symbols before he could unlock anything. It would take time, but he knew where to start now. The bookshop held the knowledge he needed. Tomorrow he'd return and learn more.