OOC: While I dislike cluttering my posts with these messages, I hope you don't mind if I post here? I didn't want to waste a thread when we're both searching for knowledge?
IC:

Some amount of time had passed since the old man entered the city. His wing-like robes no longer billowed, the message of them lost to a stone wall else where. He was pleased, though as he arrived at this pinnacle of knowledge. Here, within these walls he could learn of his enemies, what he was against and what what was against him. In due time, though. First he had to enter the place.

He arrived at the door to the library, with in it's hallowed halls was all of the wisdom he could add onto his already impressive array of knowledge.

Push. The door creaked softly, swinging inward to lay bare the innards of the library, the smell of parchment and old scrolls filled the air. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the familiar scent. However he noticed an unwelcome, a person.

'How, unclean.' His thoughts to himself, however he took no action. A library was like a church, to him. Sacred grounds.

Silently, he crossed the great silent expanse, shattered only by shallow breath and footstep. His attention was had then, a glittering binding on a shelf off to the left. He crossed to the volume, it seemed ancient, the golden lettering was faded, the leather cracked. 'An actual book, how touching.' He thought to himself as a thin hand grasped at it's top, pulling it down gently as though it were an infant. Step one complete, step two, begin.