There was a book in her possession. A book written in a language she had no knowledge of. Though for that matter, it might not have been a language at all. It could have been a code of sorts, but if that was the case, it was no code she had seen either. Its pages were filled with symbols that held no more meaning to the elf than scribbles. And yet, despite not knowing a thing about it, she had still paid a large sum of money to a blond wizard with an eye patch to obtain the text.
Definitely not sketchy at all.
She knew from Zane that whatever contents were in the book, his research in Baska wound up with no answers. Though Atani doubted Hargeon would prove any different, it was still worth a shot. So, she set to work. She found a quiet spot at the library. The book laid wide open on the wooden table. The elf rummaged through the nearby bookshelves, searching for any book that related to ancient languages or codes. She found something of the sort, though it was only limited to specific regions within Fiore. Even if it didn't provide her with the answers she needed, perhaps it would put her on the right track.
Atani brought the book back to her spot and began to flip through its pages. She settled on a chapter that appeared to hold interesting information. Not much time had passed before another person of her guild entered the library, a man with long blue hair and scarlet eyes.
"Oh, hello," she said as he neared her table. In her experience, not many in the guild ventured to the library like her. The hours she spent in there were often in solitude. This was a surprising, but not unwelcome, change of pace.