Down the Dragon Hole
There was a sword-wielding buffoon on the library shelves again. It took Alis a moment to notice him as this was unfortunately a fairly common occurrence. The shouting caught her attention. Libraries were generally meant to be quiet places, although wizard libraries were less quiet than other types of libraries. But the loud booming voice of a bulky man shouting about the God of War and Victory stood out over the rest of the noise, even if it took Alis a moment to notice it.
Alis made an irritated noise under her breath and reluctantly turned away from her tome to properly scold the warrior. Honestly, she didn’t even know why they allowed such men into the Library. They never used it correctly anyway.
“Sir,” she called out, only a little bit polite. He did not acknowledge her. Alis sighed again, and stood up. This was ridiculous. She was a librarian. She had better things to do than deal with this.
He didn’t seem to hear her. He waved his sword around his head, trying to get the attention of the various wizards around him. They ignored him – as they should. They shouldn’t have to interrupt their research for this.
Sighing again, even louder this time, to make sure that all the students could see how put upon she was, Alis stood up and started to make her way closer to the warrior.
She couldn’t see his face very well, but he wore a full set of scored and worn leather armor, with dull chainmail beneath it. She was vaguely impressed that he had scaled up the library shelf so high and so quickly in that get up, but she squashed the thought. It was still rude and disruptive, no matter how physically notable the action was.
“Sir,” she said again, now that she was closer. This time he did hear her, and turned to look down at her. He had a bearded and handsome face, with blue eyes and shoulder length wavy brown hair. Of course he was handsome, weren’t they always? Did they even let ugly men join the ranks in the barracks downstairs? Rather than appreciating his appeal she dismissed it derisively.
“Are you listening? You need to get out!” He shouted down at her in a commanding voice. She ignored her body’s initial instinct to listen immediately to him. He had obviously had command of troops before; he knew how to make people listen. But she wasn’t going to listen.
Now the other people in the library were beginning to take notice. Some of the younger students looked nervous.Continue reading