Lyon was faced with multiple racks of books that reeked ancients. There were three wooden shelves with colors that seemed to have lost their peak glory. His ears hear none but the steps of his own feet and even though the night was outside, he felt blanket-warmth. He looked around and saw no windows as mana orbs looped by like a wave through the air.
"A table, comfy chairs, and books," said Lyon as he sighed. "This would be perfect if there were snacks and drinks to access nearby, with a better lighting of course."
"Either way," Lyon took off his oversized white cloak and placed it hanging on the chair's backrest.
He walked up and stand before the three bookshelves with his arms crossed. He looked at the titles at the side of each aligned book with his hum filling the gap in the silence. However, it didn't take too long before he sighed.
"I've tried to act interested, but it seems like I'm not much of a reader," Lyon sighed.
