high brow

This is probably the last place she’d think to find Neron. One of the last places. The Art-isan’s Guild also seems like a stretch. Creepin’ through the stacks like some kind of mad researcher, Wessex aggressively reshelves yet another book that’s yielded absolutely nothing of note, banging the corners against the shelf as it slides back into place. “Fucking idiots,” she murmurs, before rising and stalking out of the row in a furry of swishy cloak material. Right in her line of vision is Neron, reclining without a care in the world. Wessex comes to a sudden halt, cocking her head to one side in amusement as she makes out the title of his book. “The Heart of the Halenani?” she asks, voice rising in amusement. “I didn’t take you for a fan of Delilah’s.” But now that Wessex actually thinks about it... yeah, she can see it. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here