<<<< the reason we can't have nice things
[[Starting near the library's entrance, the trail of destruction within inevitably leads right to the town's premiere red-headed nuisance. Without any regard to any of the town's denizens need for reading materials, the Raven is systematically pulling down books from their shelves, flipping through them for any mention, however brief, of his curse and summarily tossing them on the floor. Judging by the boot-prints on many of the discarded book's jackets and open pages, it's clear that the Raven has little time to stop and peruse the contents of them if they have no information on his charm.
At this moment, the Raven tosses down yet another book, grunting in frustration. By the looks of it, the Raven has been hard at work for the first time in his life, a fine red stubble on his chin joining his now smudged spectacles and seemingly perpetually tangled and apparently singed hair. He's been here for three days already, only sleeping once during that time, but he's barely made a dent in the massive library, perhaps touching through almost ten percent of the library's catalog. Oh, what he wouldn't do to have his royal librarian, Autor, at his side right now...]]
At this moment, the Raven tosses down yet another book, grunting in frustration. By the looks of it, the Raven has been hard at work for the first time in his life, a fine red stubble on his chin joining his now smudged spectacles and seemingly perpetually tangled and apparently singed hair. He's been here for three days already, only sleeping once during that time, but he's barely made a dent in the massive library, perhaps touching through almost ten percent of the library's catalog. Oh, what he wouldn't do to have his royal librarian, Autor, at his side right now...]]