Sipping from his fresh mug, Laius sighed innerly. This guy talked a lot. Way too much. So many words being said and so few of them meaning anything. Still, he was a mage. He probably deserved some respect because of that. Even if he did vaguely threaten to use his magic against Laius and his newly found bodyguard, who had just completely abandoned him to go get horses that they wouldn't even need until morning. Placing his tankard down, Laius thought for a moment before answering the request. [b]"Nope. Don't have any clue where you'd find large quantities. Your best bet is likely the capital. I'm pretty sure the castle has a fairly vast selection of tomes. Of course, they don't let just anyone waltz in. Maybe if you join the army they'll consider it. War is brewing."[/b] He doubted the mage would go all the way to the capital to get what he so craved. So, perhaps a consolation prize was in order. Reaching up under his cloak, the prince undid a clasp on his belt. From the tattered clothe that covered his body he produced a yellow colored tome with a dazzling thunderbolt on the front.

[b]"Although, the capital is pretty far away. Perhaps we can exchange tomes for now? Nothing wrong with mages exchanging some knowledge. I expect it back before we part, though."[/b] He dropped the thick book onto the table. In comparison to the barely held together fire tome the grinning magician was looking over earlier, the Thoron tome before him was well kept and rather new. [b]"You seem the type to carry about some of the dark tomes. Got any black magics on you?"[/b] He asked in a friendly manner.