Alexander had put down the cup of mocha after finishing his, walked over to the nearby magic book shelf and began looking through the tomes which he had available and had yet to read. It was pretty amazing how many things he stocked up in here, and it would be rather annoying if someone so chose to take it all away from him. His eye twitched at the idea of someone waltzing into the Dungeon and taking his things, taking his sweet little elf.<br/><br/>Walking out of the library as she asked if he was coming or not, he chuckled a little bit and followed after her. He had a tome open in hand; he was walking while reading. When she let out her hand for him to take, he gently grasped it. He paid little attention to the surrounding creatures as they didn't matter all that much. A ghost literally passed right through him as he was reading and he didn't even twitch or flinch, though it was a rather gross feeling. Glancing over his shoulder a few seconds later, he stared at the ghost as it was wiggling its little fingers as he waved. It was the ghost from the beginning of his little adventure, and it had gone through him on purpose.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I hate ghosts...</span>Alexander would think to himself as they would reach the exit of the Castle and find themselves directly outside. Several meters away however would be a pile of dead brigands, bandits completely stripped of their armor and belongings just stacked on top of one another. Some of the skeletons seemed to be putting the bodies on pikes and situating them throughout the surrounding forest.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF80">"So what we be looking for today?"</span>He'd ask curiously, since there was barely anything flavorful in the forest, but at the same time he didn't really know all that much about the surrounding area. Maybe she knew more about the herbs and flora around here than he did, which was a most likely.