Prince Doredan
Human Martial Bard 5
AC: 14 HP: 24/33
PP: 9 PIv: 11 PIs: 9
Conditions:
Standing Reaction: Dodge Roll if critically hit or if hit while at 12 hit points or less (1/encounter)

Library of Worlds

Walking through the aisles of bookshelves, Doredan looks at the spines idly. There is not so much as a smidgen of identification, making him wonder how exactly one is supposed to search through them. Then again, magi such as Hylusi must have spells that can point them to the book they want. Wizardly conveniences surely leave the common - no, that's not the word. They surely leave the mundane man lost.

And what he stumbles upon in a forgotten corner of the library is certainly anything but mundane. At first he is horrified at the water damage, then he takes in the strange mossy landscape and is left with a befuddled stare. After he blinks, everything looks normal again.

"Ridiculous. I must have inhaled some of that gnome's beetle powder," Doredan scratches his nose and looks around one more time, before warily backing out of the aisle.

- - -

Not long after returning to the main corridor, the prince spots bill speaking to a white-haired woman. He approaches, politely folding his hands behind him rather than interrupt.