Stefan had been in his apartment just moments ago, white shirt, grey pants, ready for bed and to pass out from a particularly long day. A yawn made him close his eyes in the hallway and when he opened them he was surrounded by water. He came to an abrupt stop, muttering a litany of curses but his hand reached out to knock slightly on the glass. Huh. He heard the first man speak and he turned his head, not recognizing anyone or what one of them said. “What?” barely refraining from asking for English and then there was mention of a book.
He looked around and saw something on the stand near to him and made a grab for it. “This one?” It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over for a title. There were a bunch of runes that made him frown but once Stefan came to the translation, he almost dropped it in surprise with a loud “Aw, fuck my life.”