Sometime in the late afternoon, the wards around the Jitterbugge Cafe and Thoth's Quill were destroyed, their main modus of operation destroyed, and their working occulted beyond repair.
There was a message left as well as a not insignificant amount of gold, and a book. The book was a ledger of business, which would show that all of the coin collected for the books was within said bag.
The note read thus,
"I plan on being away for some time, towards this end, and so as not to clutter this precious town with empty shops, I leave here in full this shop as it was given to me in trust. The books within are a small portion of the culmination of my work, and as much of that work started here, it should also reside here. This is my own selfish desire, that some part of the good I have experienced here can go on to further aide those in search of their Truths, not to crush the truth of another, but to enlighten those who desire, and inspire those who aspire.
In truth, these books belong as much to all of you as anyone else, for to me knowledge is not something that could ever be hoarded, and most certainly never hidden; such a task is beyond our hands I think.
I wax poetic enough I think. Until a brighter day, and a deeper night comes, be well my friends, for that is the only way I desire to remember you.