The sudden collision whilst turning a corner certainly caught Tiral off guard, and though by no means was he taken off balance, the unfortunate person who he had bumped into [i]had [/i]. With a slight reflexive step backwards in surprise, the mage watched as a bunch of book all came tumbling down in front of him. Though he managed to assess the situation in time to rescue two or three of them, 'two or three' wasn't all of them. With a bit of a frown, the mage glanced at the one bringing the books to wherever they were headed.

A member of Fanilly's maid brigade. Not particularly the best opponent for a game of strategy.

"Well, having a tower of books in front of your eyes would certainly make it seem that way," he responded, kneeling down to help pick up the books from off the floor. "Where were you headed to with these, anyhow? And why so many at once? On your own?"

His prying was, admittedly, unnecessary, but at this point most anything would sate his boredom.