Librarious

"Really Trezlan you should have just claimed you were drunk the whole time, that part of your story was believeable." Valrym was offering his usual comfort to me after unfurling my latest tale upon him. I swear I write this stuff down in the journal, and then also tell Valrym all about it, if Valrym wrote the journal I'm sure I'd come out looking worse than when I write it! And not just because second hand stories are the worst.

"I swear Val I don't even know why I tell you the true stories if you are going to disbelieve me anyway." Because I'm an optimist, truly an optimist.

"I don't know why you keep coming in here, I try my best to dissuade you, but like a persistent pest infection you keep returning."

"I like that Val, that's one of the nicest things you've ever said to me." He grunted and walked off because Val is Val. I surveyed the bar and found no one interesting to talk with and so I finished my drink, left a minuscule tip (look you mock me I take it out of the gratuity) and found somewhere else to be, which in Rosetia was increasingly a smaller and smaller group of locations. I actually ended up in the library (the one place where someone old could feel young based on the patrons of the library), I don't even remember what I was doing in there originally. I think it started raining and then I ducked inside to get out of the rain.

The building was actually pretty nice, it was done up a very grand style with sweeping stair cases and stone walk ways. Whoever had built it had spent some real money to make it very nice. The books contained within were also equally as grand and probably where the real money had been spent. There were several in dead languages, a lot of interesting choices that probably shouldn't have been in there (including one that detailed a lot of necromantic rites that probably wouldn't work, but I'd still be worried about it just hanging out in a library.) The staff was mostly non existant, but I did notice an older gentleman in fancy spectacles staring at me. I think he was under the impression I was going to steal something (it was a library though you borrow things? So I guess I was going to borrow something?)

"Can I help you?" He had approached me after an hour of staring at me. I almost felt insulted it took this long for him to introduce himself.

"Yes I'd like it if you'd stop staring at me its rude."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh come off it you've been staring at me this whole time, do you think I'm going to steal a book?" He looked incredulous, even made a grand gesture of opening his arms.

"I am merely doing my job, you looked like you could use some help." Now it was my turn to make a grand gesture of exasperation.

"With what?"

"With finding the proper book." He ushered me back to his desk and I distinctly recalled this being a set up before... But I followed afterward and I was completely glad I did. Being a hundred percent serious, look don't look at me like that I'm serious. Fine you jerk be that way.