Oliver liked the idea of having a scribe. He was pretty sure he could handle taking dictation, but it would be easier for everyone if there was someone skilled at that sort of thing. The Paladin followed his companion to the library, which was impressive, in a subtle sort of way. It wasn't the sort of grand, ancient hall like some of their other wings, mostly because they didn't have an official librarian in the guild. It would more than serve their purposes, though. And like every other room they entered, they were greeted by its highest ranking occupant. The librarian dropped whatever he had been looking for, and asked what he could do to help. The Cleric was impressed. Any other dragon would have insisted on finishing their own task before helping normal humans. Even if it was a loyal dragon.

The vampire even managed to snap at the draconian without pissing him off. He became steadily more impressed as time went by, it seemed. This dragon was remarkable. They were invited to follow him, to what was presumably his writing desk, soon enough, once the situation had been explained. Oliver wasn't sure how much help he'd be now, since he hadn't exactly been observing too closely. He was more focused on actually fighting their enemies. Then again, his observations on that would likely be at least somewhat helpful. It was always good to have the drop on their enemies in any way possible. He decided he would let Sanguine go first, though. The Guild Master almost certainly had more important observations, and he didn't need to derail her trains of thought with his own idle musings. Especially when he wasn't convinced he would actually need much help to defeat the entire enemy army...