Post by Ghesh on Mar 14, 2020 17:12:02 GMT
On a cold, overcast day in Daring Heights, there is a strange sight to anyone who is in town. A black dragonborn, adorned as ever with plenty of weapons, walking not to a tavern or a fight, but to a library. Slowly stepping inside, he vanishes from view.
The clerk at the desk looks rather startled as he ducks inside and hesitantly asks how they can help.
“Erm, yeah, I hope you can. How...how does this work exactly? Do I just go in and choose some books? It’s just, I’ve never been in a library before. Not quite my normal scene.”
As the clerk patiently explains the systems in place and how it functions, he also gestures weakly to the dragonborn and explains that they are very sorry but he is not permitted to take his weapons in with him.
“Oh. I wasn’t planning to fight anyone here, I just carry them out of habit. You need to keep them behind the desk until I’m done. I...guess that is ok. Take care of them though!”
He gently hands over his stash of weaponry before tipping his hat in thanks and strolling into this alien world of academic fascination. After a moment just gawping at the scale of the rooms and the sheer volume of books, he steps in.
“...Hi there, where can I find books about… flactries? Phaltrees? Ah, what’s it called again?”
“Phylacteries?” says a doubtful voice from his side. Looking down, he sees a gnome looking quizzically in his direction. “I take it you haven’t visited this library before? C’mon, I’ll show you around.”
After a quick tour around the areas of the library, his focus is directed to a section about liches and their ilk. Before his helpful guide can even start to explain the cataloguing system of the shelves, he has already grabbed a book at random and flicked it open.
“And so the number affixed at the base of the book tells you where...oh!” the gnome interrupts herself, “Well, make sure you put that back in the right place when you are done I guess.”
“Yeah, no problem.” he mutters as he stares down at the text. At the head of the page he has chosen, the word Phylacteries is written. “Huh, this research thing seems easy enough” he thinks as he begins to find exactly what he is looking for.
An hour or so later, he heads back towards the entrance, book tucked under his arm and humming as he goes.
“Shhh!” comes a voice from round the corner, “and leave the book where you found it!”
“Oh right, yeah, sorry about that” he whispers back before hastily stuffing the book into the nearest shelf.
He collects his weapons from the clerk, leaves them a gold piece in return, and strolls back out into the town.
The sun is now shining down as the same black Dragonborn strides out of the library, now with a satisfied grin on his face. He glances back, nods to himself, then wanders off into the streets of Daring Heights and out of sight.
The clerk at the desk looks rather startled as he ducks inside and hesitantly asks how they can help.
“Erm, yeah, I hope you can. How...how does this work exactly? Do I just go in and choose some books? It’s just, I’ve never been in a library before. Not quite my normal scene.”
As the clerk patiently explains the systems in place and how it functions, he also gestures weakly to the dragonborn and explains that they are very sorry but he is not permitted to take his weapons in with him.
“Oh. I wasn’t planning to fight anyone here, I just carry them out of habit. You need to keep them behind the desk until I’m done. I...guess that is ok. Take care of them though!”
He gently hands over his stash of weaponry before tipping his hat in thanks and strolling into this alien world of academic fascination. After a moment just gawping at the scale of the rooms and the sheer volume of books, he steps in.
“...Hi there, where can I find books about… flactries? Phaltrees? Ah, what’s it called again?”
“Phylacteries?” says a doubtful voice from his side. Looking down, he sees a gnome looking quizzically in his direction. “I take it you haven’t visited this library before? C’mon, I’ll show you around.”
After a quick tour around the areas of the library, his focus is directed to a section about liches and their ilk. Before his helpful guide can even start to explain the cataloguing system of the shelves, he has already grabbed a book at random and flicked it open.
“And so the number affixed at the base of the book tells you where...oh!” the gnome interrupts herself, “Well, make sure you put that back in the right place when you are done I guess.”
“Yeah, no problem.” he mutters as he stares down at the text. At the head of the page he has chosen, the word Phylacteries is written. “Huh, this research thing seems easy enough” he thinks as he begins to find exactly what he is looking for.
An hour or so later, he heads back towards the entrance, book tucked under his arm and humming as he goes.
“Shhh!” comes a voice from round the corner, “and leave the book where you found it!”
“Oh right, yeah, sorry about that” he whispers back before hastily stuffing the book into the nearest shelf.
He collects his weapons from the clerk, leaves them a gold piece in return, and strolls back out into the town.
The sun is now shining down as the same black Dragonborn strides out of the library, now with a satisfied grin on his face. He glances back, nods to himself, then wanders off into the streets of Daring Heights and out of sight.