bookish

Vendrick had paged through so many books in his time sick. Far, far too many. Soaking in all they had to tell him, even if some would prefer to keep their secrets. Trying to puzzle through everything within them, even if the fog that had settled thickly over his head was... a lot. Some days, it's a lot. Some more than others, but at least he'd been doing better lately. Well enough to be up and about.

It's late in the afternoon, sun hanging low on the horizon through the window, when he finds himself back in the library. Putting back a dusty tome filled with incredible pictures of plants, and searching for his next read. Leaning to pluck one from a shelf far above his head, and grumbling to himself when it's one that he's absolutely pawed through before. Lame. Onto the next shelf.

"Vendrick Carpathius"