In the Library, currently located in the Outskirts, at the Floor of General Works. Roland, the Patron Librarian of this Floor, sighed as he sorted all kinds of books that didn't fit within any category the other floors deal with. The main room was a generic one, the walls in the background are large bookshelves filled with more books and a large golden staircase in the middle of the shelves going up. Assistant Librarians were all around making sure everything's good. The area of the floor outside the windows of the main room resembles a large bridge section made completely of gray books, with various piles of them scattered across it. In the background, various rising tower piles of books can be seen. Finally, the man feels someone is in the room and turns to them.

"Well~ What do we have here? You don't look like someone from the City or the Outskirts. Maybe it's 'cause me and the others have been in these Outskirts for so long, but..." He sighed as he kept his hands in his pockets. He was half-tempted to use his ever so familiar quote, "that's that and this is this", but the time didn't call for it. He takes a moment to study you as a small, relaxed smirk showed up on his face. "Anyways, the name's Roland, the Patron Librarian of the Floor of General Works. Was a former kickass Grade 1 Fixer, former washed up Grade 9 Fixer, and former servant of the Library's Head Librarian and Director, Angela. Don't worry about that servant part, though, me and her are friends now."

A small chuckle as he took a black gloved hand outta his pocket, the noise surrounding the area dimming, the other hand still in his pocket. "Soooooo, mind telling me what you're doing here~? And please don't say you wandered in or was looking for any of these amazing books of all kinds, that's predictable~" He questioned you with a drawn-out teasing, sarcastic tone as he leaned back into a bookshelf. Seems he forgot his gloves, the Gloves of the Black Silence, muffled noise. But at that point, he put that hand back in a pocket.