<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">Geril to Nat. And Abby</span></b><br/><br/>Geril had been reveling in the knolwedge of the library. So much so that he had begun to sherk his duties. When he did notice the two girls a dozen books across the library clapped shut. In his excitment he came on a little to strongly perhaps as extensions of all sizes emerged from the floor, walls, and shelves of the library around them.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"hello young students. I am librarian of Deepwood and keeper of the Cyclopian copy of the Geril Arcana." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">came a voice from none of the tentacles in particular. His voice was enthusastic and friendly, though also booming and menacing in a way that might sound villanous to the unaquainted, if not for its vigor. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"How may I assist you today. Teramancy, biomancy, peramancy, pyromancy, necromancy, hydromancy, comedy, tragedy, speculative, or biographical?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> He said as his tentalces undulated and gestured with the words.</span>