The woman nodded in response as Adam looked through the pile of books she had given him. After getting a few more in line with the older Druid's recommendations, the man left the library and headed for his next destination. Fiona had been very helpful, judging by the fact that the red-eyed nature magic user was walking towards the hotel using both of his hands to carry his newfound literature. A recent snippet of a conversation played out in his head as he did so.


"When should I return these by?" Adam had asked, having no clue how libraries handled late books in Mytheria. 


"Oh, whenever you can. If you want. Glee vouched for you, so you're good." Even the younger Druid, oblivious as he could be around women at times, could tell the librarian had some sort of fangirl crush on the half-orc.


Not that he had anything against her, but Fiona's feelings weren't why he was thinking about that. The fact was that Glee seemed to be quite fond of him, which was quite a contrast from how the red-eyed man felt about himself. Maybe it was that Glee didn't know about what had happened at the Hillocks, though he probably had been in similar (or worse) situations with his team. It was something to think about, along with-


[i]The Mended Drum[/i] appeared before his eyes though, interrupting his thoughts and changing them to [i]"how am I going to open this door while carrying all these books?"[/i] Just then, a helpful employee opened the door from the inside; she seemed to be an ordinary human woman, a little surprising after seeing orcs and elves everywhere. "How can I-oh, you checked in last night. Can I help you with those?" 


Adam nodded, asking her to help with the doors while he carried the books to his room. It was more the logistics of moving the items that was the problem, not their weight. Even though she wasn't out of shape, lifting Lillianna to Valheim the day before had made this seem much easier in retrospect.


After the literature was safe in his room, the Druid thanked the girl who went back to her normal work. He wondered what he should do next before his stomach decided to make that decision for him, grumbling to indicate that he should probably get something to eat.


Food sounded like a good idea, yes.