Rain was nothing new to Shamgar. It was just another part of nature, another thing that came and went whenever Fate decided. That didn't make it any less tolerable for the griffon as his paws and talons plopped against the cobblestone streets of Reajh. Sheets of water pouring down kept him confined to the ground, each drop that hit his wings adding just that much more time he'd have to spend preening and drying his plumage before he'd be airworthy again.
Even with all the rain, the griffon wasn't in a bad mood... Well, not at present, to say the least. Through talking with an innkeeper, he had heard that there was a decent library just a few blocks from where he was staying, and where there was a library, there was bound to be something that interested him. So, through the rain Shamgar was trudging, all for something to read for an afternoon. Soon enough, he found what he was looking for.
Stepping in the door of the building sopping wet wasn't ideal, especially for handling books, but he'd have to make do. From the looks of the other patrons of the library, he wasn't alone in the "ill-prepared for the weather" category. As he started down the various aisles of bookshelves, something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Looking down one of the rows in the history section, Shamgar couldn't help but stare; the librarian was a fellow griffon!
