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[In the library, Arthas can be found browsing the stacks. While he's being quiet, scanning the spines of books for their titles, the soft clinking of his armor and heavy boots against the floor certainly give him away.
While he's looking for several things in specific, such as books on Lordaeron (he still hasn't given up learning about that is to come as futile as it might be, as he's sure there has to be something on what happened to his home given the strange temporal nature of this place), he's not exactly having the best of luck. And he's beginning to wish he was more well versed in other languages right now.
Pulling a random book of the shelf, Arthas scans the title (which actually reads "Chicken Soup for the Murloc Soul" on it in pictographs), but he can't make heads or tails of it. With an exasperated sigh he puts the book back on the shelf, and continues his search.]
While he's looking for several things in specific, such as books on Lordaeron (he still hasn't given up learning about that is to come as futile as it might be, as he's sure there has to be something on what happened to his home given the strange temporal nature of this place), he's not exactly having the best of luck. And he's beginning to wish he was more well versed in other languages right now.
Pulling a random book of the shelf, Arthas scans the title (which actually reads "Chicken Soup for the Murloc Soul" on it in pictographs), but he can't make heads or tails of it. With an exasperated sigh he puts the book back on the shelf, and continues his search.]