Your life...isn't the greatest thing. I mean, five minutes ago, you got hit by a truck, and now are in some...stereotypical fantasy world. Great. Although, you get the feeling that it ISN'T normal, but you don't think anything of it... Anyways, you're just sitting in your house...which is almost the exact same as your real life house. It's nighttime, and you have the lights on. But it hasn't been all that bad. I mean, your house was completely empty, and no one was living in it before. But then you realize...there was a library. And it's open. And like any normal, sane person would do...you get up, and head towards it. You arrive...and it's actually quite nice. There's...a large amount of books, even for a library. Hell, they even got couches! So, you pick a book, open it up, and sit down on one of them, not even bothering to pay anything to your surroundings. ...which is why the next thing you know, you hear someone writing something down. A female elf is sitting right next to you, writing something down. You had apparently sat next to her without realizing, and she lets out a soft sigh. "Good evening. Also, I can tell you're reading over my shoulder." ...she sounds stoic, but her voice is very soft. Like she isn't feeling any emotions right now. And, whatever she's writing is a language you can't understand...