It was well over past midnight on the Isle of Artaeum. You were busy reading one of the books about Alchemy, aimlessly pacing back and forth on the stone flooring, making contact with a rug, causing you to stumble and trip, landing on the floor.

“You.. are very clumsy, did you know that?” Mannimarco spoke up, coldly looking down at you from the entrance to the library, his Altmer genes giving him the height advantage in this scenario.