[center][h2][color=bc8dbf]Garuda Pacifier[/color][/h2][/center][hr] [color=bc8dbf]'And now what?'[/color] The earlier battle failed to entertain him. His opponent was too weak, although he did show passion in his moves. It's just wasn't enough. Garuda waited inside the arena for a few more moments, before leaving, after seeing that the students weren't willing to provide him or anyone else a duel. If they didn't want to, then the Natron mage couldn't help it. He was bored. Perhaps a book or two would entertain him. After all, books are the gate to the world, a path to greatness, to knowledge. Knowledge is a mysterious power. Many desired for it, but only a few was able to grasp it. But when a mind is capable enough, the power he possessed could never be measured by any sort of system. And those who knew such a power, knew to bow to it. Only a few would have the courage, or foolishness, to resist. That was what Garuda yearned for. Power. Given enough time, any man may master the physical. With enough knowledge, any man may become wise. But only a true warrior, a true champion, is capable of mastering both. Garuda entered the library quietly, careful not to bother anyone who was busy in their activities. He had the manner not to. But because of the fact that he was bulky in size, being a muscular man he was, when he began walking in tight places, collision with one another was pretty much inevitable. Which was something that just happened. Garuda suddenly bumped into a young man, a blonde young man with a somewhat Eastern style of clothing. Turning around to look at him, so that he could apologize, Garuda realized that the clothes he was wearing originated from the far Eastern country of Abazin. And it wasn't common clothing. The word royal came to his mind immediately, seeing how well-dressed he was. Garuda's interests in this guy was sparked, but he wasn't the one to quickly forget his manner. [color=bc8dbf]"Are you from Abazin? My apologies, for the earlier display of clumsiness."[/color] [@Letter Bee]