As Zavyr walked the halls of books and selves he began to take notice of voices getting closer with each couple of steps. "<span style="color: #8000bf"><span style="font-style: italic">So there are others here.</span></span>" Zavyr began to chant in an ancient language as his eyes began to glow with energy that seemed to pierce the shadows that hid him. At the end of the hall he could see a few auras though from his distance he couldn't tell if they were of magic or generic energy that could be found in those who had yet to reach the point of being able to use basic magic. Seeing the auras he stopped his chanting and walked towards the small group.<br/>"<span style="color: #8000bf">By any chance is one of you the librarian or owner of this library?</span>" Spoke Zavyr his soulless white eyes staring at the group the stand before him a couple feet away.