3A. Biblioplex Mysteries

Marlena holds a tense breath, afraid that Callador may pry the details out of her, but when he seems to move on from the topic, she lets herself relax. That sense of relief is short-lived though. Lorridian wants to see them? "I see... We shouldn't keep him waiting long then."

"Something else...?" Her eyes widen. In a sense, it was good to know she wasn't solely at fault for this. However, an unnerving thought strikes her. Was it mere coincidence that this other party struck at the same time as her sudden loss of control? Or had she unwittingly played a role in some plan?

"Yes, Sir Callador. We can start right away once we see the professor." Marlena flashes Kiraen a sheepish look and leans in to whisper an apology to the half-drow. "Sorry about dragging you into this. I really owe you one."

She's prepared to head for Professor Lorridian's office as soon as he is ready to see them.

Kiraen starts to pick up books and shelf them. She leaves the loose papers to Marlena to handle. The damage to the bookshelves is a task they will return to after their meeting with Professor Lorridian.
Once the worst of the mess is cleared up, then she will head to the professor's office.

Dorian is a little put out that he's fallen into janitorial duties, but then realizes that they're assistant librarians. "I won't get in your way then, I'd likely file the sand histories with the glassware treatises!"

Marlena tentatively approaches Lorridian's desk. She's not sure what to expect. "Good day, Professor Lorridian. Am I right to assume you want our own recount of the incident?"

Marlena takes in a breath and slowly releases it. "Very well... I'll start. This started when I went up to the second floor's archives with Kiraen. We were just starting to peruse the illusion wing under Sir Callador's supervision when I accidentally released an anti-magical pulse of sorts. It disturbed the books and the lights, but more than that, it caused the Tutela wards to come undone. Though I should mention someone else apparently tried to dispel the wards at the same time and partially succeeded. Those two factors combined were likely more than the wards could withstand."

"I'm ashamed to admit I panicked and hid myself, but Kiraen brought me back to my senses and we returned to Sir Callador. While he went to reestablish the wards, Kiraen stayed with me. Dorian came waltzing along at that point. Soon after that, Kiraen notices an imp observing us. Dorian puts a barrier between it and us, but it was just... watching. Observing. It spoke a lot of nonsense designed to rattle us, typical of a demonic trickster. His kind feeds on fear after all. We stayed like that for a while until it heard Sir Callador approaching and proceeded to vanish. After that, Sir Callador informed us you wanted to speak with us as soon as possible once Rhamud concluded his report."

Dorian adds, "I was looking for them and found the librarians in a turmoil, attempting to curtail some disturbance but not overly concerned. I followed their directions and found the ladies and then as she said, we found ourselves under the gaze of an imp. I'm just glad that we survived with our souls intact."

I would not call the imps speech nonsens. It was coherent, trying tempt, lie and/or manipulate us. But compartmentalize it as nonsens makes its words easier to dismiss.

Other than that, I have nothing to add.

"I look forward to your classes next week." Marlena bows her head slightly. However, guilt is etched onto her face once again. Of course, she knows the significance of the Biblioplex on a logical level, but it is truly sinking in now. She doesn't want to threaten the security of such a wonderful collection of knowledge by merely being there.

"If I'm going to be helping you though, I should figure out a way to avoid being a liability. If I don't control whatever this is—" She looks at her hands. "—It will just happen again. I've been trying to research it on my own to avoid undue attention, but maybe that was the wrong approach. May I have your guidance, Professor Lorridian?"

Dorian looks to the women, but sees that they're in to of things. "If you need my help, I'll be in the usual places."

He shares a look with them, they've all shared something incredible, and dark.

He will leave.