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[Talon Lord Othrim]

A wizened gent approaches you, "Ah greetings scholar welcome to the great library of Mousellon. May the great lady smile upon you."

[J0ker2610]

He turns from searching the books to the gentlemen, a little startled and wonders very quickly how to respond and decides to play it nice from what happened in the previous city "and upon you" he responded with. He turns back to searching through the books.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Seeing you busy with your study and seemingly content with your reply he wanders off into the stacks. The smell of musty parchment and ink hangs in the air.

As you wander arround the place you come across a guarded door. Above the doorway calved into ornate stone "Scholastic Archarnum". It's is behind this door that the gimores and magical studies are kept.

[J0ker2610]

Keeping with the suprisingly nice character he walks over to a scholar "excuse me but what would allow me access into there" he points towards the door.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

He looks to him. Dusty spectacles perched on a pointy nose. " Ah one from the college of magic may simply ask it to open."

In the back of his mind the dry voice of his benefactor whispers archaic words. An overwhelming urge to repeat them builds within him....[/color]

[J0ker2610]

He keeps his mind in check and calms himself " much appreciated sir, thank you." He turns and walks to the door. He moves up close and recites the mysterious words almost out of instinct not his personal wish to say them.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The sound of a locking mechanism clicks and the door swings back. "Welcome lord to our library" the voice of the scholar behind calls out.

Ahead a corridor leads into a reasonably sized room. Books line the shelves and here and there closed lamps are hung.

[J0ker2610]

"Right time to get to work." He looks around for some books t give him an edge in the magic arts and also while scanning the room he looks for anyone that could be the one person he is looking for.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

A grizzled scruffy looking scholar moves among the shelves placing books back and dusting, all the while grumbling under his breath.

[J0ker2610]

Tzank decided that if this person he is looking for is praying for aid it means they need help and if he goes up to this person and asks the, if they need help well, he decides that it is a simple but good plan and he advances to the scholar "excuse me sir, do you require any help."

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"yes," the croaky weasley voice replies, "I need to shuffle off this mortal coil away from the dry dusty tomes of mind numbing bordom." His tone level and unfeeling, all the while he stakes the books not even bothering to turn and look at Tzank.

[J0ker2610]

The answer not revealing much but the sounds of a disgraceful joke so he tries again but a bit more intense "tell me have you at all been praying for help.... Deliverance perhaps, I know it sounds stupid but I must know if you have or not."

[Talon Lord Othrim]

He looks across to you. "I have prayed often to my Gods to deliver me into their graces."
He mutters something under his breath about wielding great powers and smiting his enemies but the details, unclear.