The Scrollkeeper is sitting hunched over a lectern in your local library, a clawed hand to his scaly head as his eyes scan over an ancient tome that he probably hasn't read in hundreds of years. When you approach, he looks over at you first with a bored expression, and then with a more polite and dignified look. SkekOk sighs quietly before speaking in a calm tone, though its obvious that he's irritated by your common rabble

"What is it, dear?"