”Let us hope that your ineptitude will not cost us in the end. It is your duty after all to ensure that all of us remain from harm’s way.” Long digits would shift past the stack of paper, as if following what the other had been explaining. “Tsk. Tsk. The facilities in Junon will have served better if it wasn’t for those foolish Avalanche.” Grovelled vermins who preferred better to remain in their egesta than to fly. “Years and alphabetical, I suppose those will have to do.” At the last note of hesitation before what I consider to be a proper title, alas, left his lips, obsidian irises would have stolen a glance before I straightened.
”Do tell, Turk, how much were you informed of what we are trying to do here?”
Lashes fold over crimson eyes as he watches. Without instruction, he has done the best he could, and his mother had once told him that was the best offering of a service a person could do. If the recipient was not satisfied with it, then one simply had to inquire how to do it better: “Perhaps for next time, you could instruct me on how to organize them. There is a great deal of aged archives in this library, after all. I expect it’ll take some time for us to clear out everything.” Cocking a hip and crossing his arms, he pulls a puzzled expression in response. Puffing out his lower lip thoughtfully, he concludes, “Unfortunately not much. I was told to protect and assist a Dr Lucrecia Crescent, and afterwards she requested that I do the same to you. She’s mentioned something about the Cetra, but most of it I don’t understand.”