a tale of two necromancers

[tevinteraltus]

who; dorian pavus (tevinteraltus) and letha regis (burntbridges)
what; a chance meeting in the library of all places
where; The...library...
when; Today~ish
warnings; Uh...death maybe, at least the discussion of



When subjected to so many different cultures with so many various and sundried beliefs, errant fancies were to be expected, and when something caught Dorian's attention or piqued his curiosity, he looked into it, by the Maker, and so he was, browsing the bookshelves, keen olive eyes moving over spine after spine, his frown of disappointment and annoyance only deepening as he continued to read. He pulled one title from the shelf, reading aloud the title, "'Why the Left is Right - How Liberal Politics is the Answer to all the World's Problems'," he makes a disgusted sound which is followed quickly by the sound of...a book being tossed to the ground before another book is plucked from the shelf, "'False Facts - How the Liberal Media is Undermining Our Culture' oh, for Andraste's sake, is there not one book in this Maker-forsaken excuse for a library with information?"

The thick sound of another large tome being tossed aside is heard, and if one is looking, can be seen, at least in shadow, around the corner in the 'Multiversal Politics' area.

A third book is pulled from the shelf, it's title getting a cluck of amusement from the man, "'The Death of Democracy - Why We Should all Agree to Disagree and Move the Hell On.' Heh. Quite."

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[burntbridges]

Even by the standards of her family, Letha's schooling was... unconventional. She'd broken a record for how many tutors had quit after handling her for only a few weeks. After a while her mother had lost her patience, and taken to locking Letha in her room with books until she'd read them all on her own. In all honesty, Letha would call that the seed of her love for libraries. It's no wonder that she finds herself drawn into one here, and the scope of it has her breathless.

Another thing her mother taught her, though, was to treat books with respect. The sound of books hitting the floor piques her interest and she wanders over to watch the man who's throwing them about. She hasn't got a clue what any of these titles mean... what in the world is a liberal?

"Excuse me?" She pipes up, clearing her throat softly, "If I may, um... what are you doing?"