The elderly man ran his fingers over the silver coins and bit into one of them. Running his fingers over that one, he seemed satisfied with it being a soft, valuable metal, and slid them all into a pouch on his belt. Even with just that trivial bit of coin did the fellow seem that much happier, and he gestured for Sbatarra to follow him down the street. He got a thoughtful look when the elf asked her question, and he stroked his chin as he walked, the cane leading his way. "I know that I've heard of them," he said. "A sort of knight that came from across the sea. Those blades of theirs- oh, what are they called? Oh yes- those katanas of theirs are as fine as fine can be, and they're wicked with those things. Not all of them use those swords, though." He had to pause for a moment, obviously racking his old and tired brain for all that he could remember. "Some of them use staves, some use gigantic bows, and others use huge clubs. I once met a samurai who fought off a dozen trained soldiers with his bare hands. Those fingers of his were harder than steel."<br/><br/>He gave a shiver at the thought of those exotic and powerful warriors. "But enough of an old man's rambling. You've got some books to read, and that may take awhile. Can't have you waste time."<br/><br/>Leading Sbatarra through the winding streets, the old man finally made one last turn near the castle, guiding her around it to the side. There was an extension from the castle, covered entirely with stone, and it was propped up as a bridge over the moat. "This is the back door to the library. Don't make a scene of yourself and they won't bother to try and kick you out. They appreciate folks who like to read, so they usually be lenient with those who sneak in just to study." Feeling that he was finished here, the old man made his way back to the main street, telling Sbatarra, "Ta, elf!" with a wave.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>