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[lordaeronprince]

[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

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[avali_dawnblade]

[Avali walks past Arthas, finding the first shelf in front of her and making an attempt to jam a book titled 'the Art of War' into a space far too small for it. A few frustrated grunts escape her lips as she bashes her gauntlet against the book's spine.]

Stupid...book...go...IN.

[lordaeronprince]

[Arthas pauses to watch Avali try to shove the book onto the shelf without much success. From his time in Dalaran, he's sure librarians would have fits over that sort of treatment of books.]

... I don't think that's going to work.

[avali_dawnblade]

Listen, traitor Prince, if you want to lend a hand beyond telling me how this won't work, be my guest.

[she hits it a few more times and the little tome bends slightly, staying wedged in, but most of it hanging out.] ....Give me your mace.

[lordaeronprince]

Please don't call me that.

[Arthas frowns at being called a traitor, especially since he hasn't done anything of the sort.]

Are you planning on bringing the whole shelf down?

[ingomar]

((OOC - Dwarves and libraries do not mix, but I had to pop in to say that "Chicken Soup for the Murloc Soul" is pure epic WIN.))

[raptoroftheloa]

[[OOC: Me too! *cackles*]]

[lordaeronprince]

[[OOC: Hee. :D <3 I'm glad I could amuse!]]

[raptoroftheloa]

[Ishas, in her quest to familiarize herself with other spirits - not all of whom can be found anywhere near the Church of the Holy Light - has made her way to the library. Considerably quieter than certain princes wearing plate, Arthas may or may not hear her coming from the other end of the stacks. Cloth and bare feet tend to have that effect even when the owner isn't trying particularly to be quiet.]

Dat looks like murloc writin', mon. I don' know what you're lookin' for, but I don' t'ink dat's gonna help you much.

[lordaeronprince]

[Ishas has succeeded in startling the Prince. That combined with Ishas being a troll almost makes him make a grab for his weapon but the immediate lack of attempting to kill him stays his hand. And he doesn't want to try to make enemies while here at the courtesy of the bronze flight.

And Arthas didn't even realize that murlocs had a written language.]

Yes, I somehow doubt the murlocs and their pearls of wisdom would be able to help me with my dilemma.

[raptoroftheloa]

What dat dilemma be, mon? [Look, Arthas, the troll appears to be friendly!]

[lordaeronprince]

[That she does! However, Arthas isn't gonna be that trusting of her. Sorry, Ishas.]

Hmm. Every try to change the future?

[quickstudying]

[comes up behind Arthas, laughing.] You never were one much for books, were you?

[lordaeronprince]

[Arthas makes a face at another book title that he cannot decipher (he didn't realize how many written languages there are out there until now) before turning towards Jaina with a rueful smile.] No, I can't say that I am.

[quickstudying]

I can recommend something, if you like. [teasingly] Something with a lot of illuminated illustrations.

[lordaeronprince]

[Arthas chuckles and then grins.] You sure wouldn't rather just read to me and explain all the big, long words?

[teethofneedles]

[Standing and watching. Like a vulture.]

[lordaeronprince]

[The staring is starting to get to him after a bit and he turns to face Karis.] Is there something I can assist you with?

[teethofneedles]

[quirks a brow.]

...would you mind terribly not turning evil and turning me and everyone else into zombies?

Please?

[lordaeronprince]

It is entirely my intention to prevent that from happening, I promise you.