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Dylan strode towards the library, taking in the sights all around him with cool, relaxed eyes. The bustle of the castle was something of a nightmare to him, but at least he was the solitary one among them. A single being, walking among the masses to the place where hopefully, he could find the noise to be a little more dull.

He entered the library, relishing the sudden quiet. He looked about, wide eyed with the sheer volume of material around him. It would take centuries to read all of this, lifetimes within lifetimes worth of books. A place he had a sneaking suspicion much of his time was going to be spent while on his stay in Shadowmere.

Dylan had arrived, alas, late to school. Finding it on his own, after his letter of acceptance had arrived had proved far more difficult than the unique boy had expected, and the air currents had been anything but forgiving. Sighing, Dylan simply found a book that perked his interests and then sat in one of the sinfully comfortable chairs lying about to begin reading.

Idly, he wondered if anyone would try to speak with him, smiling in the knowledge that bookworm he appeared, he was quite the talker.

If you knew how to get his interest.