Strangely luminous eyes moved about the vaulted ceilings and around the room taking in the books and thinking about what the sun goddess meant with her words. Where things certainly felt different, he was merely a sword. A weapon meant to fight in battles and serve a master. This felt strange... like he was dropped in a place with no master.

Did he simply... learn to survive and operate on his own? Or were these librarians his new masters?

Returning his gaze to the wolf, he smiled at her gently. "If you say this place is important, I cannot disagree with you and therefore my mission has been altered for the time being." With a little pang of sadness, he realized that possibly... his saniwa would simply forge a new copy of him... and he would not be missed. Perhaps, he would console himself solely with knowing this was very important as well.

"Ha ha.. I do hope someone here knows how to care for swords." Grinning a little, he tipped his head to the side. "I do not believe I had time to remember to grab a cleaning kit before I left."