A son of adam wearing silver spectacles is sitting at one of the desks in the library, reading a book that lies open in front of him, occasionally pausing make a note on a piece of parchment. Standing at a respectful distance away and looking rather bored is one of the Archenlander servants who have been tasked with keeping an eye on him.
Lanisen enters quietly, casting a quick glance around the large room. He doesn’t seem to recognize the prince from behind, or simply doesn’t think enough of the sight of another person reading in the library to look closer, and he crosses to one of the shelves on the east wall. His limping gait makes an uneven shuffling sound on the thick carpet. Continue reading moving furniture