"Ah, good.  Someone who knows how to use a library.  I didn't know how when I came to this school, I didn't do it much in Hogwarts.  I had to work hard to pass my first year classes."<br/><br/>"Umm..." he rubs his chin as they walk.  "To prepare something for my first week of classes, I need to talk to a friend, and I need to do some research, then pick up some equipment.  It's my first day back here since I graduated four years ago."<br/><br/>"Your name?" he asks, as they near the library, a long, uneventful walk as the population of the school is out of the halls.<br/><br/>The path winds through beautiful hallways with statues and paintings and doors into rooms with wondrous things inside, all displayed as mundanely as if they were ordinary house plants, not a piranha plant smoking a cigar, playing cards with some marionettes.<br/><br/>"Monroe?" Weyland approaches him, smiling hugely.  "My god, I didn't know if you would be here!"<br/><br/>Monroe ashes his cigar into a tray on the table, his lips flap.  "Weyland Mathers, back again?  Imagine that."  They talk for a short time, Weyland Introduces Max.<br/><br/>"Is Dantallion still around?"  Weyland asks.  "Of course, of course.  I'll get him."  The plant rustles, a marionette dances off along it's track.  The strings hang off it's wooden handle, which is carried by grasping leaves and vines along the ceiling.<br/><br/>"So, tell me young man."  Monroe asks Max, "How are you liking Nacodsaed?"