[ asks a voice from the stacks, amiably curious. The man who emerges is dressed much like a local mage would be, and he has a dusty book of herbology tucked under one arm; its cover threadbare and pages a little ripped, a rescue from the tower collapse now finding its way back to the shelves amongst its fellows. It’s been a while since Doctor Strange camped out in the library like he used to, but there’s still something achingly familiar to the girl’s setup here: the glow of the anchor-shard in her hand, the stacks of introductory books, the cross-referencing and inhalation of knowledge, catching up on centuries’ worth of missing context.
He’s been there before. ]
I mean, a lot of the details are ridiculous, granted, [ he adds, voice still loose and casual as if they were already mid-conversation, ] but you’ll have to narrow the field a bit.
library
[ asks a voice from the stacks, amiably curious. The man who emerges is dressed much like a local mage would be, and he has a dusty book of herbology tucked under one arm; its cover threadbare and pages a little ripped, a rescue from the tower collapse now finding its way back to the shelves amongst its fellows. It’s been a while since Doctor Strange camped out in the library like he used to, but there’s still something achingly familiar to the girl’s setup here: the glow of the anchor-shard in her hand, the stacks of introductory books, the cross-referencing and inhalation of knowledge, catching up on centuries’ worth of missing context.
He’s been there before. ]
I mean, a lot of the details are ridiculous, granted, [ he adds, voice still loose and casual as if they were already mid-conversation, ] but you’ll have to narrow the field a bit.