Akoni shook his head at the antics of Kosara and Eeliot. [color=dodgerblue]"Chirp chirp chirp chirp. Noisy crickets never shut the hell up."[/color] He took a moment to stretch his neck out, rolled his shoulders, and popped the joints. He then lifted his hands upward, and the books strewn about lifted into the air with his motion, each contained within a small blue bubble of semi-transparent magical energy.

[color=dodgerblue]"I claim this as my personal quarters within the Charred Citadel. Now to organize these tomes. If anybody misplaces a single [i]molecule[/i] of paper or ink, I will tear their body apart from the inside with a gate. Am I understood?"[/color] Without waiting for an answer, Akoni created two small gates. One above an open hand, and one directly beneath one of the juice boxes of the bird creature. Without paying Eeliot any attention, he sipped bits from the box while books lazily floated in front of him and he directed each to a spot on a shelf to be studied later. Thanks to the rejuvenation provided by Panoptos, Akoni could organize and study for hours without tiring. Sadly, the amount of literature left wouldn't take nearly that much energy.

[color=dodgerblue]"Watcher!"[/color] the old man called out, casually yet very curt. A moment later and one of the creatures appeared, but Akoni was in no mood for its lip. [color=dodgerblue]"What is the story behind this Eeliot creature?"[/color] he asked the watcher, never taking his eyes away from his sorting work.