Dressed in his usual dark robes with his long greyish-blonde hair unkempt. A tome in hand and several others in a pile around him, just waiting for their knowledge to be absorbed into a mind. Enki's Ankarian's brooding figure sits there in the library with one leg crossed over the other. A sour look passes over his face as he hears footsteps near, his gray eyes narrowing in immediate distaste. He found no interest in conversing with those who had nothing of worth to offer—and most did not. He'd much rather be left alone regardless. He was a man with a goal, His current one being to learn more of the prophesied one.