Submitted by Thad on Sun, 2009-11-08 18:03
Thalenir walks into the Healer's Den. He mumbles to himself as he scans the bookshelves absently. "Spells to learn, laws to draft, students to teach, a business to run... father, however do you manage it all?" he mumbles to himself absently as he scans the bookshelves. He pulls down a few choice volumes and places them in a small stack under his arm.
"Adyslaine?" he calls toward the back of the Den. "It seems the training I requested will have to wait a few days. I have a student of my own who will be needing much of my time for the next... oh, five days should do it. I hope you don't mind. I'll be in and out borrowing some texts, as well." He holds up the stack and inspects it for a moment. "Nothing more than elementary histories and anthropological studies. If you have immediate need of them, they'll be just across the way in the Merchant's Hall."
"Wish me luck," he calls back. Unless stopped, he departs in the direction of the Merchant's Hall.