| - He's in his library, writing in his stone-like desk, writing in one of his books or poems. His heard a slight knock on side walls by the entrance. He set his quil to the link pot as he gets himself up from his stall stone rock he been siting on to check whose be at the entrance this late.

he goans under his breath, stretching up his upper arms over behind his head as his slightly yawns of his tusk.

he checks to open away the curtain by the entrance as he says.. - |

Uh what do you need, dear ma'am or sir ? ... this is not a public library, so I advice you to leave ..