“Captain, we’ve been here for days now. Why is there no one else here? Where are all the guards?”
The question was directed to a rather large Marowak, who was seated at the end of a table in the middle of an equally rather large library. Aisles of bookshelves stretched as far as one could see, with plenty more aisles stretching further than one could see. Hundreds of chandeliers served not only to light the room, but to fight off an almost innate ability of libraries to appear rather dull and boring.
Maybe “rather large” was a bit of an understatement. This place was absolutely massive. It’d take years to find what they were looking for, if they were lucky.
The aforementioned creature looked up from his book after a moment, and brightened the room with wisdom.
“There’s a librarian here. He guards the books, you know. It’s a very important job.”
The smaller Marowak sighed as he heard snickers come from behind some rows of bookshelves near him. He should have known he would have received such an answer, really. If the Captain knew the situation with the Castle’s guards, he most likely would have informed the entire brigade.
“Sorry, Captain. I guess I’m just a bit flustered, is all. When we were called way out here away from our home, I was expecting more.. I don’t know, fighting, I guess.”
Normally when a lower ranking member of a highly successful fighting squadron expresses his dissatisfaction with a mission at hand to its leader, consequences would be rather dire, and the outcome of the lower ranked member’s fate would not look good at all. This was not a normal squadron though, so he was lucky. This time. Probably next time, too.
The Captain closed his book and set it down. With a large yawn and an even larger stretch, he got up from the table and started to head towards the exit to one of the castle’s hallways.
“I’m going to take a break for today. I can only take so many consecutive hours of reading, and I’m sure all of you are in the same boat. For the love of everything holy, make sure you check out with the librarian before you leave. I literally went through torture to get all of you library passes.”
He didn’t literally go through torture, but he thought it made it sound like more of an accomplishment. It didn’t really fool his men, though.
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