It gets quite dark in the libraries at night here on Colchis, even when the moonlight shoots through the tinted glass to shower the entire library it will still be far too dark to read or write, but luckily Lorgar found some candles to use to light up his workspace. Dressed in only his robes, Lorgar's hand swiftly drifts along the high-quality parchment paper with his quill, intended to write a new page for his book the Lectitio Divinitatus. though it has been some time, since he started writing since noon, and now its midnight.