2 winter, 510AV
The sun was bright in the mid morning winter day. The air was crisp and chilled, the trees devoid of leaves. Of course, this could not be seen in the University’s famed library. Hundreds of books lined the walls, a few mages and scholars browsing the shelves, it was a very quiet place. Corum loved such places. He was glad of his race just then, as he entered the building. He would not be forced to leave for some time. He had met new friends, of which he was glad, but to learn was his purpose.
Searching through the shelves, Corum happened upon a book that details the art of Glyphing. Taking this from the shelf, he searched for a seat and table. Finding no table near him, he took the closest chair he could find. It was nice to have peace and quiet.
Corum pushed back his hood, having no need to hide his nature here. His skin was deathly pale, contrasting to his deeply black hair, which mirrored the dark rings around his eyes and his tung. His eyes were a bright green, showing intelligence beyond the years of this young body. He filled his scarlet rone out well, this man having been rather muscular in life. His hair was in a tight braid half way down his back, where his robe and back pack hid it. He silently opened the book to the first page and inspected it.
It seemed a rather old book, and he could see no title. There were words under and above the runic drawings inscribed within it’s pages, detailing a few tricks to make easy the process of drawing them. Soon he must travel to a market of some kind to buy a pen and ink... But for now, he simply read. Corum soon lost track of time, though he watched his surroundings. Still he trusted no one, and was glad that his seat was in a corner...