[b][i]"sorry I'm late."[/i][/b] A man dressed in worn-out monk garbs said, rubbing the back of his head as he entered through the door. there was a sense of sincerity in his voice, that wasn't really reflected on his calm yet playful facial-expression. On the other side of the door there where two guards who looked rather annoyed, but the man paid neither of them any attention as he closed the door in front of them. Without saying anything else, the man casually swung the heavy looking book he had been carrying on his back over and let it drop softly on the ground against a nearby wall. He then turned to the group. "[b][i]My name is Marcus [/i]Thanis.[/b]" He stated with the emphasis on his last name and then paused. As if his last name was supposed to mean something to these people. [b][i]"I am the keeper of the great library of this fine city, and the master of all the knowledge it contains."[/i][/b]

For a man living in the capital, It may be embarrassing to be late in a group of people who had come from all over the country, or perhaps even further. Sure, some may argue that [i]'the closer you live, the easier it is to underestimate the time spent travelling.'[/i] but, not only is that a poor excuse, and In Marcus his case, it may be true, but it really had become a bad habit of his he had developed in the last few years. Of the few appointments he had to keep, he probably had not been on time for a single one. Yet, there was no sign of him trying to change it in any way.