It was a quiet day at the library. Well, it being a quiet day would suggest that a typical day was louder. So a more correct assessment would be that it was a completely normal day at the library. Almost nobody in Ravenswood Bluff was interested in reading books. This suited the Librarian perfectly fine. They were not the type of person to get restless. Besides, if they wanted to do something else, they could always pop over to their garden, as their house was right next door. Due to the village's disinterest in their trade, they dabbled in growing vegetables as well. If a resident of Ravenswood Bluff against all odds decided to visit the library and the Librarian was not there, they knew where to find them.
Perhaps the village would better comprehend the strange phenomena happening to them if they did pop over to the library. For even though the Librarian did not understand the temporal knot that is Ravenswood Bluff well, they did understand it the best of anybody in the village. Except maybe the Tinker. Though it was hard to tell what he understood or not, due to their unfortunate tendency to blow herself up mid-sentence. Regardless, the Librarian knew some things about these time-based conundrums. They did not know why the shipments of books kept arriving. They had not paid for them. Some of these books described events that had not yet happened and technology that had not yet been discovered. Even their best friend the Innkeeper's favorite book series, the Evervale Chronicles, while being set in the present time (or at least what the Librarian knew as the present time), had a publishing date set more than a hundred years in the future. When yesterday the Pixie had asked for her library card to prove her age, the Librarian was puzzled due to the fact that no law prohibiting children drink alcohol had been passed. Though, the Librarian knew one thing for sure; if they dug too deep into this they would go insane. So they kept to their quiet bookkeeping and growing of vegetables.
Today, the usual silence did not carry with it its usual comfort. The Librarian felt restless for the first time in ages. Something was going on, more than usual. And when the usual is a demon on the loose, this was highly disquieting.
