The Captain of the guard appears to have taken up a small corner of the Tarkuul library. After each full day he comes down from his office wearing a light shirt and dark trousers. In the flickering candle light he creeps from isle to isle gathering tomes. Most of dragon history. Any passing him would hear him grumbling reference numbers. Occasionally he would growl and go to hurl the book he's holding. Arm outstretched he grumbles and opens the book again muttering in a deep voice about hating reading. Over the next few days the stack grows, tomes on Mulhorand lore even tomes on flying.

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Eithne, who spends a lot of time with Ian in the library, would take note, and come by to peer at him curiously from time to time. When books go flying, however, she scuttles like a kitten fleeing under a bed and returns to Ian's side, amusing herself with something else until curiosity strikes her again.

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Squints disbelieving at Eithne as she scampers away. Her wild red hair vanishing around a near by book case. Inhaling and idly rubbing a spot over his heart he continues his reading. Having moved from Dragon History for a time and now to flying. He can be occasionally seen stretching his wings preforming the exercises noted. Again grumbling after long periods of the exercises. He leaves the Library venturing out to the City's edge and jumping off. Only to return shortly after wet and even more irritable.

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