『♄』Taerion kept his posture straight as he sat quietly skimming an old and decrepit book, it's pages worn and stained with time. He quickly scrawled the text that he could make out onto another piece of parchment. The book keeper's writing was delicate and neat and he was very careful not to smudge any of the ink as he went along. He was very much engrossed in his task, so much so that he neglected to hear someone approaching him. Eyes flickering with curiosity, Taerion finally glanced away from his work station to greet the king with some surprise. "My lord," He started to compose himself. Even as he pushed himself to stand, his tone was flat but polite. "My apologies, I was not aware you entered."