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Whereas Cyrile retired to her room for the night, Robin went to the guild's library. He was hoping that there would be some sort of book in there that might contain some kind of knowledge or advice that would help him control his powers. Not just his powers, but his temper. Unfortunately all he was able to discover during almost an entire night of reading, re-reading and attempting to find old and obscure books, was that the reason his anger was so hard to control was because of the magic he used. Apparently it was not an uncommon trait in destructive mages to anger quickly, but there were no references to someone in the situation he was in. How very unhelpful. He didn't care that it was dark, or that dawn was approaching, only that if there was anything of use in here he would have to find it before Cyrile completed her mission, and therefore ended his mission.

Robin awoke with a start to the sound of one of the Solo Elite librarians slamming one of the books he had been reading closed. Damn it! At what point had he fallen asleep? He couldn't afford to be doing that when time was so precious. What time was it? He glanced at a nearby clock. Still enough time to grab brekfast. Good, that meant Cyrile might not have started yet. He hurried to the guild bar, quickly wolfing down a small breakfast and completely ignoring the jeers of the Solo Elites. He decided he would check her room first, and if she wasn't there then perhaps the stables. He doubted the guildmaster would be pleased if he found out that Robin had failed to escort her today due to oversleeping, which made finding her all the more important. Briskly walking across the courtyard he went up the steps to their rooms, and entered his own first to put on some clean clothes before knocking on her door. No answer. She must've been awake already. Perhaps she's with Legion then? he thought as he returned the way he had just come, heading for the stables this time.