Lilin Ifriel was enjoying a brief moment of peace when her phone vibrated in all it's glory, revealing the caller to be the one and only Victor Vladov - her most frequent patron besides college students needing to look up some old books or looking for a quiet place to study. She was surprised that he hadn't yet been shot through this entire ordeal today, and deftly picked up her phone answered him.

[i]"It's even better on the inside. Want to know what it smells like when there are fifteen orcs crowding around in a single hallway?"[/i] A few turned around and glared at her, only to be matched by her own, with golden, reptilian eyes staring into their own ugly orc faces. They quickly turned around. Not that there were actually 15 orcs in a single place - they were mostly spread around the perimeter. Yet, even without asking, Lilin knew what Victor was digging around for - he wanted in the library for information on Our Father's Fathers, not that she herself knew much about the group herself, despite living for 314 years. This group must be new, or at least, new to her - a rarity for someone her age.

[i]"So I'm assuming you want in? I can do that. Meet me by the front of the library."[/i] She hung up her phone strode over to the front of the library.

[b]"We're letting someone in, and if you have anything to say about it, feel free to meet me in my office with your name as I write you up."[/b] She pushed past the rest of the federal goons as they grumbled and protested and held the door open, waiting for Victor and watching for anyone else who might try to sneak in.