Sitting on a dusty old chair in the Elf Library, The Wise Old Elf sits at his desk, a large book in hand. The room is deadly silent, surely because of his watchful eyes and his golden ears. Very little fairies ever visit the Elf Library, mostly because of the stigma that fairies are too dumb or loud to read books or some other things like that.

He quietly sits there at that desk, wearing his half moon reading glasses, reading a book. He occasionally licks his index finger to turn a page.

You walk into the Elf Library, heading over to the desk that The Wise Old Elf is located at. Your gentle steps don't even awake the library, only one or two elves looking up at your direction.

The Elf looks upwards from his book, a gentle smile plastered on his face as he spots you.

"Hello."

He whispers, carefully trying not to disturb other readers.