Moebius grunted as he heard the answer to his question. Of course it would be in Moonspear, guarded by those 'harsh-but-fair' and 'necessary' priestesses of the Order of the Moon. It must have been one of many texts of eldritch knowledge that they had collected for the purposes of better protecting the sheep from the wolves.
"Damn them. Damn them! DAMN THEM THRICE OVER! Fine then! I shall raise an army of spirits and specters! I shall plunder a hundred graveyards and wake their dead from the dream of sleep. We shall march upon their temple, a sea of unliving corpses! I shall have that book! So swears I, The Magnificent and Mystical Emperor Moebius, First of His Name!"
As he swore and promised and made oaths to nobody in particular, Moebius stamped his feet and shook his staff. Then he growled and raged and finished up his circle. Four symbols were drawn in total, each one pointed at a cardinal direction. Then, as an afterthought, Moebius made a second circle, slightly smaller than the first, so that the symbols were each hugged by two lines. Yes, that would do. It would not protect him as mightily as a proper ward, but... the Four Winds could at least knock away or delay Capella if she dared to attack him.
The act of creation, of digging and drawing through the dirt, tired Moebius out. And so he turned his masked face back to Capella, sounding as jolly and at-ease as he had when he first started their little game.
"Satisfied...?"
Was this it? Was this the moment that his new acquaintance decided she had gotten all the fun she could, and tried to drown him? Perhaps... To be safe, Moebius reached into his robes and pulled out a dagger made of knapped flint. Not to stab Capella with, but to make an offering if he needed to make use of her many, many victims...
"No, I am never satisfied. For I have a hundred more questions... though I think I'll press my luck with two more. How might I contact you again for more stimulating conversation? And are you yourself satisfied?"
Already, Moebius was plotting his assault upon the temple that served as the Order of the Moon's headquarters in Moonspear. An army of the dead was possible to raise, but he would need many sacrifices. And the undead were vulnerable to holy magic and holy places... Though most mortals were not. If he could find living servants as well... and perhaps learn of deeper magics that could counter the holy artifacts that the priestesses wielded...