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Hmm, thought I'd be the only one here at this hour.
Name's Ysh.
Really simple name and makes it much simpler when speaking with others. Less syllables.
I do a lot of travelling, so am constantly meeting new people that speak differing languages and dialects.
Not much of an archivist, more a linguist.
Oh.
Have you seen these before.
'displays a scroll'
Yep. It's dwarven runes.
No time. Just came to drop off the scroll and be on my way.
'quietly moves through the shadows'
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Walking at a brisk pace, a Chelaxian woman turns around a corner of a bookshelf with a glowing ring upon her finger. Raising her hand over her head, she looks around with a slight confused look, and speaks up; "Hello? Did someone enter without using their key?" Continuing her search, she continues to speak. "Just letting you know, one of the archive's leads got upset and sent nearby archivists to look around... And I was in middle of reading." She lets out a excaberated sigh. "So... If there is someone here... Well, one of my personal donations to the archives will deal with you." As she finishes, deep, thumping steps grow louder behind her.
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A (human) youth looks up from his sketch of a room filled with blood and skulls. A perpetual shadow seems to surround him. His dark, straight hair (with a few streaks of red), falls in front of his face, and he unsuccessfully tries to rectify the situation with a flick of his head. When that that fails to work, he just sighs as if filled with ennui.
"Oh, tch, like, was that you who keeps throwing undead in the stacks? Ran into one, like the other day, and he got all upity. Dunno why or whatever, but he attacked me, so I had to blast him to bits. Super lame or whatever. Tch, could you stop putting them in there? If you run into them or whatever they just like, up and attack you. Super lame or whatever. Whatever, I don't really care. Tch."
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The Varisian woman's eyes snap open and she sits up suddenly. She frantically readies a quill and begins furiously scribbling in one of her notebooks. When she's finally done, she carefully sets the quill aside and leans back to stretch. Looking around, she realizes that she's no longer alone in the room. Slightly embarrassed, she goes back to her studies.
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A man clad in a pressed black uniform with a symbol of the Godclaw prominently hanging from his neck moves forward, his face betraying his piqued interest as he looks at the runes for the brief moment that the scroll was produced.
"Is this an original or just reproduction of something you've seen recently?
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Selena turns around to the giant rotting creature that has just stepped into the room. She raised her hand to it and said; "Stop." The lumbering giant stops all movement and stares.
Turning back around with a annoyed expression, Selena shoots a glare over to the human from Nidal. "Those creatures were rightfully donated as guardians for the archives. Not like those Libraries in the Grand Lodge that always get broken into." She lets out a sigh, looking a bit morose now. "It isn't like there will be any new additions any time soon. The Society hasn't had anything for me except this clerk work for a while now."
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There is a THUMP from one of the nearby stacks, and a dozen or so volumes spill out onto the floor of the reading area. A bespectacled halfling stumbles out after the, rubbing his head. Seeing the crowd, he straightens up, trying to recover a bit of dignity. His eyebrows raise briefly upon noticing the other halfling, all in black and wearing the symbol of the Lady of Graves, but then he turns to Ysh.
"Information on dwarven runes? Let me think a moment."
"Ah, that should be aisle 17Q, row 43, shelves Z through BBB. But you might want to start with Rederik Ronnel's Runesource Cyclopoedia, on the common reference shelf over there. You probably won't find what you're looking for in it, but if you do, you'll have saved a lot of time, and even if you don't, you're certain to find something else of interest."
With that, he bends down and starts picking up the dropped books. As he makes to pick up the last one, it appears to slide a few inches out of his reach. He sighs, mutters something that sounds like "Damn it, Harvey!" and quickly snatches up the book before it can escape again.