Most people seem to take him as half-snake blooded, especially with the heavy clothing, which seems to be common amongst the scaled citizens. Humans defer to him, and the full-blooded look down on him a little, though they mostly ignore him. There's a number of places to eat, and he's given prompt service.<br/><br/>The library is a few blocks off of the river, on the opposite side from where he came in; thankfully, there's a number of bridges, spanning the width. It's a squat, simple building, relatively unadorned, though Draiss can feel the magic dwelling within. He's stopped at the door by a guard. "Sorry, need to see your badge, first," he says, lazily, not really expecting much protest, though Draiss can sense he has a few protections on him, mostly granting him a good amount of spell resistance.