[Chapter 1 - "I Couldn't Live a Week Without a Library"]

[cthulhu_ficcer]

[The bookmark flickers to life, showing a short, slender man in a brown suit jacket of a somewhat outdated style, settled down in an upholstered chair in a corner of one reading room, his head leaning back on one of the wings, his grey fedora tilted over his face. He might stir, turning toward the device and tilting his hat back, revealing his lean, lantern-jawed face.]

Ha... I must have dozed off, the completion of the search that endured for thirty years must have taken more out of me than I thought. [And then he looks around him, blinking in surprise and disorientation.] Wait now... this isn't my lodgings, and it isn't the library of the Omnyati Brotherhood, either. Where is this place and how did I come here? [Baffled and a bit suspicious now...]

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[magnus_bane]

Other than the elves I've noticed running around this place, you're the only one talking in such a refined manner.

[Certainly not modern, especially when noting the mode of dress. Not that Magnus minds... he is over 400. He's been there and done that so to speak.]

Omnyati Brotherhood? [That on the other hand, earns a perplexed look.] No, that name is not really familiar... but you're in The Central Library. Or so the Librarians call it.