Elora was taken aback by the newcomer's rapid speech. It had been some time since she had dealt with a human, and she couldn't remember them being this excitable. Her last several visitors to to the library had been elves and a peculiar gnome.<br/><br/>Quickly trying to follow what he was saying, she lowered the static in the air as she saw him take his hand from his waist to run it through his hair.<br/><br/>"You need not leave just to return again," Elora said quickly, in an attempt to settle him some. He had mentioned a curse. Is that why she was unable to sense him properly? The dust at his feet drew her attention as he shuffled. Four thousand, three hundred twenty-seven. Four thousand, three hundred twenty-eight. She pulled that side of her nature away from counting the grains of dry dust before she knew the full number. It was unnecessary information, though it told her that the library must have appeared somewhere with a dry climate this time.<br/><br/>She wanted badly to inspect him further, but was still uncertain of him. She would not expose her head too closely, nor transform to her humanoid form until she was certain he could be trusted. The silver dragon had been lured in with simple words once before, and she had learned her lesson well.<br/><br/>"I do not know what you mean about being a 'hot mess,'" Elora admitted. "However, the knowledge of the Prismia Library is free to any who seek it, though none of the tomes may leave.<br/><br/>"My name is Elora. I am the guardian of the library. So long as you do not seek to harm myself or the library, nor steal any of the contents, then you have nothing to fear from me. I can even guide you in your searches if I am able."