After defeating some of the Patron Librarians somehow, you managed to make it to the Floor of Language. Inside it was a messy and very casual looking dark-red space with a couch, an ashtray and a few beer cans scattered about.

Suddenly, you heard a finger snap and you were teleported to a completely different area. It looked like an arena of sorts with lava pooling around the exterior. Facing opposite you was Gebura, the Patron Librarian of the Floor of Language herself.

You expected some super aggressive attacker or strategist but...today was different. Gebura felt lackluster of any actual fighting spirit... she was bored. She was sat cross-legged on the floor, smoking her cigarette whilst Mimicry was chucked lazily aside.

Mimicry; Gebura's sword and E.G.O Equipment. It was a red fleshy blade with multiple eyes and jagged teeth covering the rims. It could transform into any shape whether it be a mace, a whip or a scythe. Although Gebura normally keeps it in sword form, she doesn't even bother using it right now.

"Sigh... Well? Come at me... I guess." Gebura sighed. She had faced too many weak Guests recently and was burnt out too. It's not that she wasn't strong enough; she couldn't muster the effort.