Librus' wrinkled brow creased with even more worry. This group of fools was going to get all of Lorgaine killed. The Gods couldn't work together, it just didn't happen. So when the newer arrivals such as Tché, Librus only offered a nod and a quiet "hello". He was too busy thinking, trying to gauge what could happen in the future. Indris greeted each God and Goddess, but things got shaky once Corallium came into the hall.
Sargon and Lady Fate barked at each other, and the Librarian became increasingly annoyed. Mentally, he was organizing his owls to have them instruct the Catalogers. Of course, all the bickering got in the way, so he just let the critters be for a moment. Indris had begun wringing Eris out for her comment on her indifference, and Librus couldn't agree more. If any one of them sat idle, they ran the risk of the whole planet being wiped clean by Revan's psychotic ambition.
Indris sat down at the table, and not to far into her speech, she paled, even more than usual. ”The dead… they’re overflowing… Ancient monsters have been unleashed upon the world above… Moderator help us…” the Pale Queen whispered. Librus was just about neutral about the event. The anger and frustration would come later. What these "ancient creatures" were, Librus did not know, something that frightened him. What was so ancient that the God of Knowledge did not know of? Troubling thoughts indeed.
Once the doors of the chamber began rattling with the ferocious dead, Librus took the initiative. Raising his staff, a light emanated from it's crystal head. A white sphere of light floated from it, floating over to the gates and spreading across them. A barrier formed, but it was quite obvious that it was a hasty job. A good barrier took either a lot of energy at once, or preparations. Since neither was given, the dead were already cracking it.
"Dear sister, if the Bat has released some evil upon Lorgaine, we need to end it. Calm the denizens of your realm, so that we may get to work. There is no time to waste, wouldn't you agree?" Librus advised, feeling the dormant anger welling up from under his calm. After this, his reputation for neutrality would surely be tarnished, but so was the price for true justice.