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He was thankful to see the creature slowly approach, though how he was to share anything he wasn't sure. Under normal circumstances he would sit down, and write the material himself. This, however, was not normal circumstances. He was about to reach out when he heard footsteps. With a soft sigh turn turn his head a bit, though not enough to look directly at her. "One moment." He'd place a hand on the creature's head with a variety of spells in mind, though he would speak in a soft tone unaware that the woman behind him couldn't hear him. Though in case he didn't need to touch the creature he did pull out a book from within the pocket space that his cloak held. "Apologies. The facade you saw will be getting put back into place." He whispered to the creature and hoped the, what he assumed to be, library could hear him.

The creature chuffs loudly, absorbing the information and then, carefully, making sure he was giving the book or not, the creature takes the book in its jaws and moves away, heading for the woman and moving to slowly curl around the back of her and then up along her side, one hand of hers coming to rest on his head.

She blinks once, twice, three times and then just tilts her head. She's waiting to see what this man will do.

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He would put his arms up to block most of the books after another one had hit him, and than he heard the low growl. Slowly he turned to see a creature he had no knowledge of. He had defensive spells he could activate quickly. They'd be weak and likely only save him from a single strike so it would be more to buy him time. And while he did not know this creature a growl was the universal sign of agitation. If this was more than a magical creature than he would need to be incredibly cautious. Though if there were no people around than he could drop his villainous act. After all, it was him, this grand place, and either the master of this place or it's guardian. But this creature wasn't humanoid. When far from others, or in the presence of non-human entities, he felt more comfortable letting the mask down for brief moments. "My sincerest apologies for my intrusion into this place, and my rude behavior in attempting to bind this place to myself. I should have been more patient upon arriving here. If it would please the both of you, and smooth over potential hostilities, I can offer one of many a variety of magical artifacts. Some from myths and legends, some more mundane, and some of my own creation. I could even create a tome of my spells complete with detailed instructions on how to learn each. Or a beastiary on the various kinds of creatures I have studied through my travels." This was a rare moment where he is being sincere. He was certain that this creature, and this place, were likely very powerful and could either expel him at any moment or kill him. So that fact that he still stood here

The low deep growling continues for a bit longer, eyes like pale suns observing him and his intent until, finally, the growling ceases but the rigid behavior remains. If this man is offering knowledge as tribute to the Library, he's not gonna say no to collecting it.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he moves forward until he's within touching range of this stranger and then, he waits.

From the hallway behind him then appears the Librarian; a woman of short stature, pale milky features, dress, light blonde hair in a ribbon, petite in appearance, black boots with a slight heel clacking against the flooring, she stops and jolts upon seeing this person.

Eyes like a wintry sky stop and observe him closely, then flick to the Mishipeshu and then to the Library itself which inclines its shelves down a bit and then back to the man. She says nothing. Does nothing. Just observes.

This man has the floor now.

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Ardernos had transported himself yet again, but this time something was different. His magic had connected with...something. Something vast, powerful, and tempting. He allowed his doorway to connect with this strange thing. Upon stepping through he found himself in a strange building. He began to wander what seemed to be a library. Books in languages he did not recognize, tomes of what seemed to detail historic battles yet he did not recognize any of it even with his own travels. "Well, aren't you a strange curiosity, and you're powerful. If you do not have a master than I shall make you mine." He would reach out with his magic to try and see if he could take control of this place and make it into his own.

The Library at first didn't react. Actually, it appeared as any other Library with cosmic aesthetics... and then it wasn't. The words hung hollow in the quiet Library until a distinct sound like hissing resounded against the Library's air in response to that.

And then, a book goes flying directly at the man's head. Whether it hits is unknown, but the intention is clear;

What the heck did you just say?