"It is a Grimoire." An elderly voice answered. "One of the oldest in the Library."
"Head!" cried the librarians, moving quickly toward the old vargvir.
The oldest of them held out his hands palm up. "Master Olvier, we apologize for not containing the disturbance."
The head of the Library chuckled. "It's good to have a commotion once in a while. Keeps us on our toes."
Say what?
Something just got stolen from the Library and the leader's reaction is 'it's good once in a while'? Krow inwardly questioned how the Library survived so long.
The elderly head of the Library had shorter, smaller ears than most vargvir, a telling sign that his ancestry wasn't purely of the race. The green eyes were another indicator. Pure vargvir commonly had irises in shades of red, brown, and blue.
Those eyes set on Krow. "It's been some time since we had to offer books to one not already inducted into membership. You wish to be an Enchanter, do you?"
