It’s impossible not to notice the impressive stack of books at one of the library’s tables and the man diligently scouring one of them. Though not piled up to the point of being downright absurd, it’s still enough to capture Oz’s attention and interest. Thus far, the library hasn’t been much of a help to him; though maps exist for the internal city, it’s as though the surroundings farther beyond its walls are intentionally made obscure. Oz has no idea where the city of Terra lies in comparison to anywhere else he knows and therefore it is that much more difficult to plot a route of escape. For all that Terra seems weirdly immune to the destruction of the world as he last remembers it occurring (and the implications of that are rather ominous, aren’t they?), it has to exist somewhere, surely.
Maybe the stranger with the books has a better idea of what to look for. As far as other citizens of the city go, there’s always an alarmingly high chance of coming upon another person mysteriously whisked away from their homeland. Oz saunters over, a casual skip in his step, and glances down at the cover of the top book as he nears with open and childlike curiosity, though there’s a sharp gleam of interest in his eyes.
❝ Wow! That’s a lot of books, mister, ❞ he comments, glibly. His attitude is undeniably perky, with a bright smile and what is probably an unusual amount of cheer. He tips his head to one side, rocking forward slightly upon the balls of his feet. ❝ What’re you looking for, anyway~? ❞
@solusium, that looks pretty interesting. (starter call.)
