With a slight ringing of his ears, Fendros only realised just how loud it was out in the market once the door to the bookshop closed behind him. A friendly greeting by the Bosmer owner was a refreshing one. While the bookshop they found was small, Fendros found his fingers wandering over the spines of many titles. Ahnasha had quietly walked over to the books on history without him noticing, and he flitted through some martial manuals. He had a small number of them back at home, mostly on loan from the Fighter's Guild, so he had garnered a small interest in them. They met again at the books of fiction. There were a few tales that Fendros recognised, but he didn't exactly consider himself well-read. Wandering over to the books on magic had Fendros a little less interested, but he stood by Ahnasha, curious about what she was inspecting.

Fendros blinked while looking at the shelves in front of him, his hands behind his back. "Uhm, not immediately..." Fendros admitted in response to Ahnasha's question, though the truth was that there was just too much to choose from. They didn't have much coin left, so he couldn't really make up his mind. Fendros put his hand on her shoulder, "It was your idea to come here, you go ahead and pick something out." Fendros said encouragingly, "I don't want to end up picking out some badly written story about the Hero of Cyrodiil and leave you disappointed. What's this one you keep looking at?" Fendros leaned over and pulled a book on conjuration out from the shelf they were standing in front of. Fendros opened the front cover in front of both of them. The title read: [i]The Doors of Oblivion.[/i] "Is this for conjuration?" Fendros asked.