Book Five, Chapter 77: A Nursery Rhyme
Even with my life on the line, I couldn't stay in that little room filled with books forever.
I had to get out and stretch my legs. If there were some narrative thread that required me to be around, it almost certainly wouldn't reach me if I was locked away behind a hidden bookcase.
Truth be told, I wasn't so certain that my character was innate to the story. I might not even really have my own subplots the way that Kimberly and Antoine certainly did. I had checked the little film canisters I had been given for clues and came up empty.
That's what it meant to be a Film Buff, though. I was a meta character, which meant that I was forever a side dish, never the entrée. But supposedly, in this story, anyone could be the main character.
So, who knew?
At the point that I finally found my way down the stairs into the basement to get another look at the caverns beneath the Manor—in case they ever came into play—I was confident that I was not going to be central.
After all, most of the research I had done seemed to revolve around secret lore or otherwise hidden history, which was not going to come up unless we found the trigger. And in truth, even if we did, it might be better for us not to pull it.
The only storyline we had done with secret lore had been butchered by it, and we really needed this storyline to go off without a hitch—and to score high points.
I made my way down to the dank caverns beneath the Manor with nothing but a Lantern and a small pea shooter I had picked up. There was really no use in me having a big gun when I didn’t have a big Mettle stat to go with it.