Atrius watched her read with interest... at first. He gave up on getting any attention for his questions. The woman was like a golem or something. She did not seem to grow hungry or tired. Well, he was. He eventually slid to the floor and fell asleep against the bookshelf. It had been an eventful day for him. He nodded off some two hours into her binge. His head dipped and his eyes closed easily. Soon he was oblivious to the world.<br/><br/>He dreamed of some abstract things. Birds and trees and the heady smell of freshly turned soil. He was back at his home in springtime. The fragrant smell of wildflowers, the melodic chirping of birds were all around him. Soon the sky shifted and it began to rain and thunder. Thick heavy drops splattered against his face. They were cold like ice.<br/><br/>He ran for his home. The shutters were banging, lighting flashed and thunder banged. Before the dream could get any more hectic he was wakened by the elder monk with the strange tattoo. He picked his head up and found himself quite stiff. He ran his hands over his face and through his hair. "Apparently not..." he muttered, "I seem to have slept through it all." He blinked and tried to focus his eyes looking around for the young lady, "Has anything changed, am I actually going to get some more answers?" He stood and stretched, ready to get on with all this thrice-damned lunacy or go home.