Roberta
Damir quietly walked through the dusty shelves. As he looked through the books that expanded as far as he could see, he couldn't help but feel a hint of pride. This was no mere library, but this was the collected knowledge of an entire kingdom over centuries. Not to unlike himself he realized with a chuckle. He returned to his search, a slight grin on his face.*

*As he walked through the shelves his eye fell on a collection of ancient tomes. The tomes were easily centuries old, but were otherwise unremarkable. He smiled as he read their title. They was not why he had journied here, but the fact they still had those books after all these years impressed him. It was not everywhere nowadays you could find a book pened by yourself a lifetime ago.* 

*But he had to move quickly. His presence as a vampire in the Capital had not been difficult to conceal, especially with the daylight ring he had made for himself. But that didn't mean he was truly safe. The guard were no fools, and would not suffer knowingly a vampire, especially one like him who didn't care what commoner was unfortunate enough to cross his path. He had to be fast if he would find the tomes he was looking for.*
Pamela
Also wandering those dim-lit library halls was another man. A man who—only hours earlier—had wetted his blades on the flesh of a grimy gang leader who the Ragged were contracted to kill. It was an easier contract than he had expected, and the gang leader's soul had been offered to his god almost effortlessly. Not particularly a *Worthy* Sacrifice. But the contract, of course, was now completed and so the Priest of Ygdramen was here, in Alythni's capital library, browsing the old texts and documents for something specific. He'd been interested by some rumors of an ancient archive describing the lost combat techniques of a pre-Dying human tribe and thought he should search the capital library while he was still here. 

 So now, dressed in thick layers of fine traveller's robes and draped in even finer jewelry, walked casually through the aisles of books, looking for anything that might've been linked to what he was searching for. His white mask, now dirty with grime and some dried blood, was clasped to the back of his hip. Not wearing it would make it easier to see in the library. As he went on, moving from one aisle to the next, he hesitated for a moment. Another man was standing in section he planned on browsing next, seemingly focused on the shelves in front of him. Fabien began to move onto the next row of texts and leave the man in silence when he saw some ancient looking tomes, coincidentally directly beside the other man. Those tomes could've been what he was looking for, so he shuffled into the aisle with his hands in the folds of his robes, scanning intently at the dusty archives. He tried to remain at a respectable distance to the man, and flipped through the pages of a book he grabbed from the shelves with intent and focus.

As the Priest flipped through the old, dusty pages, he risked some side glances at the other man. It was by instinct that Fabien felt uneasy around strangers, and so he remained guarded as he quietly observed what looked like to be some sort of noble, or scholar of some sort. The stranger was tall—just about as tall as Fabien himself, it seemed—and had skin more pale than he was used to. They definitely weren't from Khisfire. Fabien continued his hidden observations whilst flipping through the book, the only sounds in the hall the turning of the pages and subtle creaking of the lanterns above.
Roberta
*After noting with amusement the presence of his books that he wrote centuries ago, Damir moved on quickly. He moved on to the next row of books, looking at the shelves. He found a book that might at least give him an idea where to look for the secrets he sought, a rather old tome on the history and development of magic. He picked up the book and began to thumb through its pages.* 

*He smelled the presence of another man before he heard him. It was not a man he knew but he knew the smell of old blood as well as anything. He subtly looked around, taking care not to appear aware of the man who has shown up. He closes the book, puts it under his arm, and walks a short distance to an armchair, not within sight of the other man, but facing the asle.*

*Pushing the other fellow off as just another library guest, he turned his focus to his book. He began idly reading about magic and it's principles. Much of it is items he already knows, but he stops on the section on Enchantment magic. He already possesses decent skill in that discipline, but it is always useful to learn, especially with his plans. He idly reviews the contents, wondering if there is anything new in this book or other books that could aid him.*