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Approaching one of the nearest shelves, you take a glance at the placards sticking out and at the books themselves. They seem to be arranged by subject first, and author name second. Efficient, you like that...but you're not entirely certain what subject the book you're looking for will be. You're about to turn around to question the old man from before, but you see something that stops you.
Another patron has approached one of the tables, upon which sits a tiny toadlike creature wearing equally tiny glasses, a tiny red vest, and an adorably tiny red hat. He matches the elderly man's attire, you idly note. The patron gently pats the creature on the head and asks it for the location of a specific book on poetry, to which the toad croaks out the floor, section, and shelf which it can be found. Useful.
You approach the toad yourself, of course, and lightly tap it on the head. "The Complete, Unabridged History of Bridges." You state clearly and evenly.
"Third floor, Occupational History, topmost shelf." It croaks as it moves its head to look directly where it referenced for a moment.
"Thanks." You say.
"Sorry, I am a Familiar with limited responses. I do not recognize your question." It croaks again. You sigh.
Moving away from the Familiar's table, you climb the stairs all the way up to the third floor, borrow one of the sliding ladders to grab the book, and once you have it in your possession you find an isolated table nearby to relax and enjoy yourself for a bit. You set the hollowed-out book down and slip <span class="mu-i">The Infinite Depths of Water</span> out of your coat, cracking it open to read.
