[That stack of books seems to have grown legs, and is toddling uncertainly toward one of the large tables. As much as her arms are beginning to tremble, the young lady carrying them all places them down with a great deal of caution, almost reverance. She is not a great reader, even if the large amount of materials might indicate as such, but being allowed access to such a great wealth of information and stories is certainly a fantastic perk to being held captive in this touchy-feely city. Libraries were ordinarily reserved only for the wealthy, or those with great political sway. As a bard, she had neither riches nor influence.]

[She's also pleased to discover that the librarians here do not secretly fund a regicide-plotting cult, but that's another story altogether.]

[Rialynn sits down with a whuff of breath. She hasn't been here all that long, and she's pretty much disregarded the relatively creepy advice to go hug a bunch of strangers. The sweat on her forehead, the slowly vanishing strength, surely nothing more than a prelude to a cold. Surely.]

[Cracking open the first book, she props her cheek up on her knuckles, practically devouring the words presented to her. Oh, a book about vampires...! This will surely be scary.]

[Surely.]