Mid-Morning
There was always something Fallon found distinctly safe about libraries and books. The air of calm, the marks of minds being channeled down into information. It was a mark of a collection of thoughts and learning, brought together and securely stored. Zeltiva’s library as far as Fallon was concerned was the pinnacle of such a collection, rich with lore and history. Something she could sink her teeth into. Others had been considerably weaker; Syliras was restricted to knights only – something she considered near barbaric in the face of learning and a growing population- and Sunberth was notably lacking – but was that really a surprise giving the nature of the city?
Riverfall was now beneath her scrutiny, leaving the inspector to quietly study and wander between the shelves. She had taken up her notebook, finding a blank page for her to jot down various notes of her investigations. She knew little of the city, but even in her mind she understood that a library was defined by its inhabitants – at least, judging by her own experiences. Ink vial open and clenched tightly between her fingers, she took a slower pace to inspect the various offerings available to her with the quill scratching upon the page. Occasionally she stopped, lowering the quill to pull a book from the shelf. A quick flick through the first few pages, a small raise of the eyebrow before returning it.
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Valkala Library - Riverfall
Notably a large collection of tomes around physical activities including but not limited to: training, weapons, combat styles.
Seems to hold loose historical records on when various battles and skirmishes took place. Allows build up of time line and suggests Riverfall is a city steeped in warfare.
A brief dip of the quill, she quietly scribbled out the various sections she had seen as she continued round. Every now and then she looked to the other visitors, some like her traversed the shelves in searching while others seemingly already found their quarry. Hunched over tomes, reading intently and taking notes. There was a quiet mumble in one of the corners, mumbled voices discussing their findings. Some gave small nervous glances to her, if not torn by the foreigner with the kukri at the hip, then upon the more androgynous shape and the clothing that hid the form. She paid them no real mind, instead just noting their presence and keeping herself aware. Gloved hands took up another book, repeating as she did earlier. This one was different to the previous, focusing on health and - with a slightly deeper look- mental well being. She quietly wrote the name in the corner of the page and returned it.
That feeling of someone looking however continued. A sensation of a constant pressure that rested in the back of her mind. A niggle that caused the small cautious glances out the corner of her eyes. She tried her best to ignore it, push the feeling down with occasional turns of the head along the rows of books. There was a faint breeze, a brief chill of air across the back of her neck. A mere breath in her ear. Skin pimpled, her writing before the shelf stilling. Breathe held. The mind however raced for reasoning and was quickly found when she heard the distant clunk of a door closing.
The door, another had come into the library. The breeze outside was relatively brisk today – the effects of a cliff settled city she reasoned. She exhaled softly and continued on her way.
Editput the wrong tag to it. Oops!