GAHRYE
Gahrye caught himself staring at Kalle instead of reading again, and muttered a curse too low for her to hear.
They were in the strange room she called the library. Despite his desperation, Gahrye had been awed when he entered. The room wasn't large—about the size of his bedchamber—but the walls were entirely lined with bookshelves, from the floor to the ceiling. There were strange ladders that rolled along the walls on tiny tracks, and… the room smelled old, even to him.
There was a lot less of the tangy, offensive scent of this world in this room and he thought if he needed a break, this might be a way to at least get some measure of relief.
