A Dejected-looking Elf Searches for Answers

[mythosfakir]

A very displeased-looking Thril, clad in his road-worn armor and cloak trudges through the streets of Marsember, making his way to the Academy that he has only ever once visited.

Thril held no love for Marsember...it was a dreary and depressing place with seedy taverns and unscrupulous individuals to his sensibilities. However, the irony that one of the vastest bodies of knowledge in Cormyr resided within the city constantly at war with the nearby swamps did bring a somewhat sardonic smirk to his lips as he reached the steps of the grand structure.

Upon entering, Thril looked around curiously, only remembering the way to the chamber or office that Ailren had led Alindariel and him to so long ago. Seeking a nearby attendant or student of the academy - whichever he sees first - he stops the individual, smiles a tired smile and asks politely where to find the library.

//I invite both players and dms to respond to this if your character would be there to answer or if a dm wants to step in (since I don't even know that Thril would be able to see the library at all as a non-member to the Academy)//

[fred]

Jan 27, 2011 9:35:41 GMT -5 mythosfakir said:

I don't even know that Thril would be able to see the library at all as a non-member to the Academy

((Yes, he can. The library is public, and quite nice to sit in, too.))

[Levedara]

A timid woman in soft grays and greens, hands gloved in satin, sits at a table with books, ink, quill, sand, and several jars of other components spread across it in an orderly fashion. Her timidity reveals itself by the way she looks at him intently a moment, then ducks her gaze away hastily with an awkward nod of acknowledgment.

She returns to her work, seemingly copying the contents of an old, worn looking tome, to a new one. Perhaps she works at the library, perhaps not. Unless directly approached, the brown haired, brown eyed woman, keeps to her work.

[mythosfakir]

Spotting the timid-looking woman with satin hands, Thril approaches. He puts on a warm, courtly smile and waits for a moment when she pauses in her work before offering a polite greeting.

"Fair day to you, my lady. I was hoping you could help me. You see, I'm looking for the library here, and 'tis my first time visiting it and only the second I've ever been to the academy so...I'm a bit lost. Perhaps you can point me in the right direction?"

Afterwards, whether accommodating to his predicament or not, Thril offers his name and a formal but fluid bow. If she guides, he follows. If she points, he goes. If she does neither he simply offers a parting nod and looks for the next potential guide.

[Levedara]

The woman would indeed pause, glancing at him ever so briefly before offering another hasty nod.

"Um, right. I mean Hello. I uh, sort of work here so uh, I can help you find uh, what you're looking for."

She gets up, tidying a few things on the table. Without looking at him, and failing to offer her own name, she asks;

"Um, what are you uh.. looking for. I mean, I uh, can't show you .. if you uh, don't tell me."

[mythosfakir]

Chuckling at the girl's shyness, Thril falls in line behind her and speaks easily.

"I'm seeking any texts or references that may be found herein pertaining to ancient elvish history in Cormyr and the surrounding lands...particularly information in regards to relics and artifacts of power and significance that may have been lost in one of the many upheavals and conflicts in the history of this fine nation."

He considers a moment before continuing.

"You see, though it may seem in vain I intend to search for and recover these things from history's shrouding grasp and return them to their rightful place among the People. Sadly...thus far I've had little luck even finding mention of such relics. I hope your library can change that, though."

He follows along afterward, his conversing easy and his steps balanced and smooth. His confident bearing borders on arrogance, but his patient smile eases that notion - any sign of his previous displeasure with the city vanished behind the mask of necessity and politeness.

[Levedara]

She would lead him through bookshelves, chewing on her lip as she considers his request.

"Right. Well, uh, I can show you where the histories are located, both in um, Elven and Chodathan.. I'm not sure uh, how many are in common. If you uh, need translations you can uh, ask me for them... "

With that said, she shows him to the public sections pertaining to his interest. Her demeanor maintains it's timidity, rarely more than the slightest glance his way to be sure he's keeping pace, making it obvious that she's either entirely uncomfortable talking to people in general, or for some reason nervous of him. Once there, her focus on the bookshelves she directs him too she comments further.

"Recently we uh, acquired a very uh, unique .. journal .. Belechalawyn's.. but uh, I'm not sure that Master Darkharp has um.. released the copies since I finished uh.. translating and restoring the um, original text. For um.. more rarer .. tomes you might need to uh.. petition for access to the uh, private libraries upstairs. I uh, can't take you there."

Then she shuffles out of the way, seeming to wait to be either questioned further or dismissed.

// a dm will have to let you know what you find on these shelves.

[mythosfakir]

Thril calmly and politely nods at the information, offering a thank you for her time and help, before he turns to the shelf and begins searching for his answers.