Rest.

Such a wonderful feeling, a state of inactivity, at first glance, hides a cozy silence, rest and complete, absolutely indestructible loneliness. Vaegon savored these rare hours of relaxation after classes at the Citadel, whiling them away by reading books and researching ancient scrolls that had lain in the library for centuries. It was interesting to him, it was his passion, to put it in a language understandable to ordinary people, he was passionate about knowledge that was not available to others, like nothing else in this world. Here he was alone with the candlelight, the rustle of pages, and the dark corners of his chambers.

He had been studying in the Old Town for a year and was going to become an Archmeister, no less.