☀️-- The nigh reporter instinct to find out more had led Clark to the Arcanus Archives, the man wandering the immense library of information, looking for whatever he could find, tapping out notes on his phone. He was taking as many notes as possible about everything he could dig up on the Isles and how he had been sent here. He tried to be mindful of other people who might want the same books, but the table he hovered over was still loaded with them nonetheless.
He had gone up a level to the second floor, now, to look at folk tales. Maybe that would help him. As he perused the shelves and flickered through books to see if they might be useful, he caught sight of a young lady and changed course. She seemed to be struggling to reach something and he couldn't see any stools or ladders around.
Clark reached up easily to the shelf and picked out what it seemed she was going for. He held it out. "Here, miss. Is this what you were looking for?"
@dancingxflames // starter call
