"Right away, Lady Coleridge," Siana said with a curtsy before leaving the room. She chewed her tongue as she walked down the stairs. Out of all her first tasks, this one had to be to fetch books.
Definitely annoying, but not something she couldn't work across. She walked up to the soldier who had been leaning against the wall. She relied to him the order, to which he irritably sighed and gestured for her to follow him.
They were greeted with the cold wind , which caused Siana's eyes to sting. Together, they silently trekked across the fort's streets until they reached the Keep. Siana stood up straighter, excited she was able to see more of the Fort. She was escorted down the hall and up a flight of stairs until she reached a plain oak door.
"Be quick," her escort said as he opened the door to allow her inside.
The library was dimly lit and smelled unpleasantly dank. Siana squinted as her eyes adjusted.
"Hello?" a voice called out before breaking into a fit of coughs.
"Yes, hello," Siana replied.
Shelves were neatly organized, with giant volumes neatly upright next to jars and drawers of rolled parchment. Siana's eyes roamed the room, soaking in the strange sight. She had never seen a library before... but she wasn't much impressed by it. It did not look pretty or interesting. Just sad and orderly.
"May I help you?"
A balding, middle aged man appeared from behind a shelf. The right sleeve of his coat hung limp at his side, though the man extended his left hand for greeting.
"I lost my right arm in battle,' he explained cheerfully at her look.
"Really?" Siana said with interest, breaking character for just a moment. "I mean, how awful."
The librarian chuckled.
"Yes, but unfortunately for the poor man who took it, I was left handed," he replied. "My name is Woart."
"Kylo Bawara, at your service, sir," Siana replied. "I'm here under orders by the Lady Coleridge to bring books back for the Lady Harmond."
"Ah," said the librarian, thoughtfully. "I think I have some things that might be appropriate for a lady. Epics, poetry, history... please follow me."
"Yes, sir," Siana said.