Masrith followed Irthorne into the crypt. The seeting itself made uncomfortable. Which is strange considering where he came from. Masrith showed no interest until they came upon a library esque area. He was listening to Irthorne when another voice cut him off. Masrith was sure to remain quite but he had an idea. His back tentacles slid out from his armor and began grabbing the books that had pages folded in to indicate they were being read. Masrith would read through these books to get a better idea of whatever the man the voice came from was planning.