Moving to visit the library, Tehr was not bothered, despite all that had gone on that day, there was no more interruptions. In the library, the revered, masked mage was seated at the corner with a massive tome on the table, its size enough to make the table beneath it creak, pages foot tall and almost as wide, scripture on the pages in a fine calligraphy, like clawmarks from a dragon, the book itself looking old and worn.<br/><br/>The man lifted his masked face to look at Tehr and nod but continued reading, not paying him more attention this time around. The way in and out of the library was easy enough, and outside, a carriage was waiting nearby, lacking any insignias. Rental, apparently. There was a man seemingly arguing with the driver nearby, on foot, before the man finally, reluctantly, handed over a coinpouch to the driver and turned to walk off.<br/><br/>The driver in his dark suit turning to face Tehr in turn. "A ride sir? I can offer you a comfortable journey to a place of your choosing for mere silvers."