<div class="floatleft">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Devon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15705543#msg15705543)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: At the Bar and walking towards the stage<br/><strong>Action</strong>: Being very surprised, then mesmerized.<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Image, plus a large backpack and a classic old gnarled oaken staff. No sword.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Spade, Cleo, Lucy, Tatiana<br/><hr/><br/>To be fair, Devon hadn’t thought of himself as a human for more than a century now. Over the years, he and the Library had merged into one single entity. The Library didn’t have a consciousness and he did. It gravitated towards him, entwining its threads with his soul and body on a fundamental level. In his own scholar mind, he was more akin to a vampire or werewolf. A being that was once human but had transcended into the realms of the supernatural. He sure as hell wasn’t mortal anymore.<br/>Devon was also quite sure that his link with the Library was such that it couldn’t be broken. At least, not without killing him. He was quite alright with not being human anymore though. Being some kind of living library instead suited him just fine.<br/>It was as close to being a lich as one could be, basically. But then without being a smelly undead. A pretty damn good deal.<br/><br/>As he listened to Spade, his smile shifted into a grin, the man’s expression flattered and full of pride.<br/>“Why thank you too, sir Bartender. Or should I call you ‘Spade’? It’s an honour to meet you in the flesh.”<br/>When he made contact with Spade, Devon’s eyes widened for a moment as he took in the aura and the amount of power. But instead of recoiling or being afraid, his grin widened, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and curiosity.<br/>“My, my, my. Fascinating… You’re quite the individual, sir Spade. Impressive. I can see now why this establishment has been safe for all this time.”<br/>Amused by Spade’s tricks, Devon looked on as his drink was poured, humming when he heard the satisfying sound of the cork popping. “Aahh, the sound of corks popping and drinks being poured. Magificent, isn't it? Thank you, sir.”<br/><br/>At Spade’s wink, he raised his glass in a toast. “On your health then, Master Spade. Cheers.”<br/>Taking a sip, he sighed contently as the contents started to spread through his system. That was a damn good drink.<br/>With an amused smile on his face, the Librarian watched on as Spade enjoyed his cake and the kiss, the thrums of magic clearly felt by the mage. Oohh, spicy. He gave Tatiana a big thumbs up and a raise from his glass, giving her an approving wink that just screamed ‘you go girl!’.<br/><br/>And then the music started. Lucy’s singing mesmerized him almost instantly, Davon standing up and walking closer towards the stage. Ending up beside’s Cleo’s chair, he gave the phoenix a warm smile as he looked on.<br/>He saw Spade talk with the barely clad fiery woman, the barman watching with a smile on his face. The inn reaction, becoming warmer, more pleasant.<br/>Still… Something was missing. Not the voice though. No…<br/><br/>A smile formed on Devon’s lips. The sound came from the speakers. An electronics system. The Library had information on that. But… Such a voice deserved proper accompaniment.<br/>The Librarian’s eyes began to glow as he held up his hand with the palm upwards, a book appearing in a soft flash of blue light. As if the paper was burning in reverse in blue flame, but producing no heat or sound. Not being destroyed, but created. The pages were turned soundlessly and without Devon touching them, eventually settling on a music score. The Archmage’s smile widened. Putting the book to his lips, he blew upon it, small spark wafting through the air for a moment. Gradually but very noticeably, the instrumentals changed. Became grander, more real. As if an invisible master pianist was playing everywhere at once, perfectly accompanying her voice. No crackle, no electric interference, nothing. Just perfection.<br/><br/>The memory of this song had lingered within the Library as well. Not only the written word, but the sung word, the viewed word and even a portion of the thought word were stored there as well. The memories of music and sounds, of sight and smell. All collected in one majestic collection. That… was the Library. That... was who is now was.<br/><br/>Devon smiled warmly to Spade and Cleo, nodding to the other patrons nearby as closed the book with a soft snap, the document seemingly burning up and disappearing.<br/><br/>Now… it was perfect. With more content sips from his drink, Devon listened to the music, absorbing the pleasant atmosphere. Damn, he was glad to be here. Lucky him.