I cannot imagine that this was a place I would've choosen, perhaps my own taste in books are more escapist as opposed to being jousted into a world that is much similar to mine own.

[ The good thing about Gale Dekarios was that he would provide any assistance he could, and would appreciate any assiduous efforts. One did not have to be perfect at anything, he certainly was not (one only had to listen to his singing); but neither was it a race as there was always something for pages to get caught against. As walls could not form words (we hope), all inanimate objects were not in any danger of forming the spells written on the page.

As they worked, he would take each page that Archnemon would give to him and place it carefully one on top of the other.

The vicinity around them was starting to considerably clear up, only then he allowed himself a rest, and finally the luxury of the exchange of names. ] I just realized I have been unpardonably rude, I am Gale. [ Felt a bit useless to introduce himself as the Wizard of Waterdeep, since this person likely did not even know what or where the place was. ]