Moro stood up with the book that he plucked, or rather, [i]tore[/i] from the bookshelves split carefully in one hand. With his other, he turned through the pages carefully. Pictures of lush islands were squished between blocks of text that he wasn't all too interested in reading through. He wasn't too good with the bigger words, after all. The flipping stopped on a set of two pages, one massive series of paragraphs next to a full page painting of what looked like an occupied grotto. It looked occupied, anyways, with people bustling about left and right. He could barely follow the text, detailing the once-prosperous traders that were detailed, but he tried, [i]again,[/i] biding his time until his circle was meant to congregate. It was difficult to focus with Toron mucking about the library, though. Moro lifted his eyes from the book every few sentences to glance at the mischief he was getting up to. The spectacle made him feel far less guilty about accidentally toppling those bookshelves over.

	[indent][i]...kindly welcomed most settlers and scouts with open arms, expanding their prosper through an interconnected series of trade routes throughout the archipelago...[/i] [/indent]

	Moro winced at one of Toron's phrases and huffed through his nose. [color=f7941d]"Aye'ye idgit,"[/color] he mouthed quietly, turning back to the final words on the page.

	[indent][i]...A lack of scrutiny made their vast fortune forfeit for any who had grief intention. With very few clairvoyant assistance and access to only two schools of magic, it was only a matter of time before their town outgrew its own safety...[/i][/indent]

	Moro sneered at the last sentence, and looked at the picture intently. Some of the people almost looked familiar, even as low resolution blots of ink. His body straightened itself as he heard somebody addressing him. Moro spun around and pushed the book into his bare stomach, as if to hide its contents. A silly reflex, which he immediately corrected. He looked over her head at the wild-man that he'd glanced at earlier and cringed the corner of his lip. [color=f7941d]"Aye'a- No, I ain't one bit familiar with that wacky-taffy brained fella' miss. There's a bit o' mystery that nun's liable to solve."[/color] Moro smiled and looked back down at Candy. [color=f7941d]"But if 'e's mutterin' truths between those lil' performances of his, we might be here on simila' business. Mighty un's forbid we be sharin' a circle tho. My gears don't work none too fine 'round nuts and screws. His people, the crazy ones, get me mind all [i]jammed[/i]. More jammed than these fancy authors, writin' on about..."[/color] Moro looked at his book and lifted it slightly, turning the page. [color=f7941d]"[i]Casus belli[/i] an' [i]jus ad bellum[/i]"[/color] He paused and shook his head. [color=f7941d]"Come to think, it aint a splash too busy 'round these books today. Could be any number of [i]Claries[/i] present."[/color] He looked at Candy after using his butchered sub-in for [i]clairvoyants.[/i] The thought that she might've been part of his own circle hadn't even crossed his mind yet.