Harol simply nodded and made an incomprehensible little mumble as a sign to hearing Freya's response to him, but did not spend the time to form a full spoken response. He was too busy admiring the collection of books around, even if the fact he would do nothing with them was a given. He couldn't really recall any of the writer's names, but after all this was literature of an entirely different type of magic, so it was no wonder. However, keeping his eyes focused on the shelves, Harol failed to notice a table in front of him and managed to smash his kneecap onto said table's corner.

"Ow!" escaped Harol's mouth before he swallowed the rest of the words that were about to join the fray, and better that he did so too, for they were not exactly very pleasant words to hear. On the table was a single book, and one that someone had been reading recently, at least judging by the fact how hastily placed the bookmark appeared. Harol read the name of the book on the cover out loud: "Chaos Inoculation: A collection of birthrites utilized by magically talented families, by Calder Paw. I've never heard of this book before... or of the subject it seems to concern..." Harol reached for the bookmark. He could take a quick look and return the bookmark where it was. He would not need to disturb the original reader's markings to have a look... Opening the surprisingly lightweight book for one about magic (but by no means a small one on general scale!), Harol was greeted by the header [i]Eldritchian battery, a.k.a. Surgeflow ritual[/i]. That was as far as he got before the door to the library opened and drew his attention away from the book.

At first, Harol was shocked. The armour of the man that had entered was of similar design to Noddy's, but it didn't take long for Harol to tell that this man was not Noddy, for pretty much everything else about the two did not match. Noddy had been somewhat small and rogue-ish individual, while this guy was almost half-a-man bigger than him, not to mention their completely different hair colour - this one was a redhead. "I trust you two are Harol and Freya. My name is Cyrus. I was supposed to meet you with Mortimer, but I am guessing his eyes acted up. He warned me that might happen..." his voice was deep, but not overly so, and just by his voice this person sounded friendly, although not a person you would most likely be cracking jokes with. Harol slowly closed the book and left the bookmark where it had been. He might have the time to finish reading later.