<span style="color: #00BFBF">"What are you?"</span><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">Powland heard come from the man. "Honestly," he said shrugging his shoulders, "I'm not even sure." He leaned on the wall for support, his legs still weak from the fall. "Hatched one morning able to read and speak, came out and I was in a corpse of another hand thing. Found a note," he said pulling a note out of a small portal, handing it to the reasonable looking one. "Powland by the way," he said, bowing. He looked over to the Living room, seeing all the books around. "Ah! Here is what I am here for!" He said picking up a book and flipping through it. "Huh, that's new," he said holding up a book of magic. "spina-glacies-stella!" he yelled, energy forming in his large hand, spikes of ice firing out, impaling them in the wall, electricity arcing between them. "Oops" he said holding his hand to his "Mouth". "abolescere" he said, making the spikes disappear. "lignum-reficio" he said , The wood in the wall reforming. "He put that book down, picking up another and reading that through. "Just Literature," he said throwing it over his shoulders, "Got 5 copies of them in the library, one in a dead language." he commented, grabbing another one. "More new spells" he said laying with the other. Moving on to the next one. He quickly had all the books on the floor, in piles ranging from 2 feet to 5, balanced precariously, due to his ability to read an entire book by flipping through it. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFFF">Note:<br/>You are of the race of Knald, keepers of knowledge. There is only one of us at a time, born from the corpse of our predecessor. You are tasked with the saftey and development of the Library of Comprehension, Buried deep within the Dorland Mountains. You will find you know this already. Only you and your companions are able to enter. Your belongings are by the door...Powland...</span>