Sociopathic Mage

You were in a small bookstore in a small village. It held many books about the history of many magical landmarks, the orgins of magic itself, and fiction stories. There wouldnt be much of a use buying any, of course-theyre fabricated. Filtered so much it might as well be fiction. But someone seemed to disagree. A man walked in, a brown hood cast over his head. He searched the bookstore with impatience-making a small mess.