Orion is sitting in a chair in the corner of the Coffee Shop Café Alchemica, surrounded by a few stacks of books and scrolls, some of them floating in midair nearby. With a small frown on his youthful face, he's studying the pages of a particularly worn looking, leather-bound tome, his purple eyes flickering back and forth over lines and paragraphs. His forehead is creased slightly with concentration, and it looks like he has barely noticed everything going on around him as he pours over the old pages, utterly lost in his studies.