Scholar was pacing back and forth within the library; mountains of books scattered around in disarray. Clasped in his grasp was an open grimoire, that was quickly discarded for another, then another.

The man seemed lost to his vigorous studies; engulfed in knowledge and the wonders of the world. He had yet to notice the figure that had been looming in the doorway for minutes now.

"No, no, that's not right..." The man spoke gruffly under his breath, adjusting himself as he put the seemingly useless book aside; grabbing at another from the old, towering shelves. The pile at his side only continued to grow in his wake, and still... He did not notice the waiting figure.