Recluse was tucked away, hidden, as her title would suggest one to be. She was nestled between two mountains of books in the library; mostly obscured from view if one was just peeking inside.

Within her grasp lie an open, ancient book; the outside worn and well weathered. The downcast of her head obscured her eyes, and the look of detachment belied her concentration. The Recluse was studying; looking for any past lead for her past sins. For fhe monster she had brought to this world...

The footsteps aroused her from her endless thoughts, and the mage lifted her head to greet the approaching figure; snapping close the book swiftly in the process.

"O warrior. What is thy purpose? Wishest thou to converse...?" Recluse greeted; a softness underlining her careful voice.