The emerald tablet lay on the desk next to a stack of ancient tomes and a sheaf of parchment covered in a mess of careless handwriting and cross-outs. I hardly noticed the books or the parchment though, so enchanted was I by the strange artifact.
It was a vivid, living green that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. I had never seen, never imagined, anything like it. I ran my fingers over the gemstone tablet; it was cool to the touch and seemed to pulse with life. It was engraved with a serpentine script that was completely unknown to me.