"Louder, Ewar," Martel suggests blandly, coming downstairs from the library's upper level, "I don't think they heard you in Osthos. I'll take Henry back later myself - go and find something useful to do." He considers adding that making calf eyes at Eirene isn't useful, but blessedly refrains as the swordmaster makes his timely retreat and closes the library doors.
"Welcome to my humble abode," he greets Henry, only a little bit dry, "as this might as well be for as often as I've fallen asleep in it."
The library itself is well worth the pride he takes in it; the collection is multidimensional, with the primary languages being English, Elenic, Latin and Spanish; besides the expected variety of tables between bookshelves, there's a series of fireplaces and armchairs along the walls, and the centerpiece of the room is the staircase to the upper level (where the books that require cases that lock belong, and a few things he just prefers to keep out of sight). It's surprisingly cosy for how huge it is, but maybe that's not as surprising when one considers...Martel.
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"Welcome to my humble abode," he greets Henry, only a little bit dry, "as this might as well be for as often as I've fallen asleep in it."
The library itself is well worth the pride he takes in it; the collection is multidimensional, with the primary languages being English, Elenic, Latin and Spanish; besides the expected variety of tables between bookshelves, there's a series of fireplaces and armchairs along the walls, and the centerpiece of the room is the staircase to the upper level (where the books that require cases that lock belong, and a few things he just prefers to keep out of sight). It's surprisingly cosy for how huge it is, but maybe that's not as surprising when one considers...Martel.