The large library was dimly lit. The flames from near by candles flickered, creating dancing shadows against the far wall. The detached librarian sat behind her desk, apparently asleep. That was what Darrius had hoped for. He was going to try to find a book in the restricted section. He stepped back into the shadows, letting them consume him. His faint shadow moved between bookshelves. Never once making a soud. Silently he slithered past the womans desk, like a snake on its prey. He felt the familiar tingle of a weak magicians barrier as he passed into the restricted area. He stood and shed the darkness that clung to his for, feeling that the sleeping woman showed no harm. Several rows of dusty bookshelves were lined across the walls. Untouched for centuries. Carefully he blew on them, leaving no trace. He read the titles slowly, never skipping one. He found what he had been loking for. Darrius had almost past it up. He reach forward and slowly pulle dit from its place. Suddenlt he felt the pressure of magic pushing him down. He had apparently activated some type of alarm. The librarian was on her feet, rushing towards him. The shadows yet again consmed him. The dark form slid out the window and down the building, gone, for now. The librarian quicly placed the book back in its slot, thinking it odd for someone to try and steal Madam Alchemy's guide to herbs and spices. Darrius certainly wasn'y looking for cooking lessons. There was something hidden about the books true meaning and soon all would be revealed.
Out in the courtyard shadows gathered again and Darrius appeared. he sat down under a willow tree ans wiped the sweat from his brow. He had come so close. Now all might be jepordized.
Zin, yawning, wandered into the courtyard, half-asleep. She paused in midstep, her eyes on the figure that seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere, and her muddled brain took a few moments to try to figure out where he had appeared from.
She stood there for several minutes, her bag, slung over one shoulder, feeling heavier the more she delayed finding her dormitory room and getting some sleep. Finally, despite the fact that her internal voice was whining at her to stop being stupid and to go to bed-her own voice, not of any other for once-and wandered over, antennae gone for the time being, removed by a partial usage of shapechange.
She stood right in front of the man now, her head tilted slightly and her ears tilted slightly upwards as she looked at him, and then she dropped her bag beside her, deciding it was too heavy to tolerate for the moment. "Are you alright?" Despite her grogginess she managed to sound-fairly-alert as she spoke, one hand idly tugging at a tear in one sleeve of her shirt, through which there was the faint gleam of metal-seemingly a set of armor.