You find yourself in Apocrypha. This is what you get for opening cryptic black books in greenish rooms. Luckily, it's one of the more passive parts of the endless library of Hermaeus Mora. There's a lurker guarding the black book out. Looks like you're stuck here for a while until your health was well enough to tackle the thing. You pick up one of the nondescript books. It's about the imperial city. Picking up another, you find resources on draugr. You don't know how long you've been reading as you sit against a bookshelf. The only thing that takes you from your thoughts is a sudden mass of tentacles next to you. He takes a few books you picked up in his claws and puts them back on the shelf, not touching the open one in your lap. His eyes turn to you.

Hermaeus Mora: "You, mortal, you seek the knowledge of Apocrypha. You, seeker of knowledge are my follower, whether you see it or not." His voice isn't cruel. There's even a fondness in each slow syllable. He can't exactly smile, but he's kinder than any librarian you've met in Tamriel.