Foxrally hurries and picks up the extremely aggravated Tome from the ground, and puts some distance between him and the Wintra. "Do ya have any idea what coulda damn happened, lad?!" the book yelled at him, followed by an alphabetical list of obscenities and insults. He thought the book must have been a dictionary. Suddenly, Foxrally realized something: he had no class. His class was a mystery. It was literally three question marks.
Crumbling under the shock of the realization, he dropped the tome and buried his head in his hands, unsure of anything anymore. What was his purpose? What were his abilities? What is life? What is love? He had no time to think of it however, as the Wintra took a step forward towards him, snapping him out of his trance. He picked up the tome again, wondering if it had any spells he could use.