“He was a curly-haired man with a bemused, kind smile beneath his trim mustache and above his curly beard, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he sat -- well, perhaps lounged is a better word -- behind a wooden desk. Hazel eyes twinkled behind wide glasses, only adding to the impression of educated amusement. Clad in dark blue and brown velvet, a mug of hot beverage rested by his right elbow, and various papers, books, and scrolls were scattered across the wooden surface. An orange-and-black tabby cat sat on the far corner, looking over its shoulder as if it knew things that others didn't, in that way felines have. Behind the man, rows of shelves, laden with books, stretched away to the far wall, and sunlight streamed through open windows to warm the cobbled floor, an effect of the trump I was particularly proud of. He was Travis Butler, the Royal Librarian of Castle Amber, and to him had been entrusted the combined storehouse of knowledge that made up our nation's history.“
--- Princess Corrine of Amber
