As the pain slowly faded from his eyes he calmed down and took the book held out to him and flicked through it carefully, he had respect for literature and its value. Elvish Herunes sighed I shall get Sepherus to read it for me... He closed the book and rested it deep within his garments, it stuck out a bit but nothing too showing. He then looked up at Iris amused at her comment 'Come now Iris, what makes you think I would give up on what makes coming to this place so worth while...' His grin had finally returned, he felt somewhat in control again. 'Now, tell me Iris, what else has happened in the past many years since my return home?'
His interest was at this point overwhelmed with questions, though he only wished to ask them to certain people. Sepherus wasn't one to ask considering he isn't allowed in any major cities, and his other acquaintances are miles away. He also enjoyed Iris' cold reception, the way she speaks the way she lives the remainder of her life, all to fascinating. In truth she was just another piece of his grand amusement, but rather this time its like a Warlock befriending their test subject, growing to become like a favourite among the many.
Iris compared to Sepherus is a hard one for Herunes to consider, considering they are of different species. Iris, he sees the previous horror and broken past that haunts her every second of the day, yet she keeps such a face where no-one would suspect a thing. Ironically she's like the book the back of her library, forgotten and doing nothing but gathering dust.
'Do you remember Sepherus Iris?' Forgetting he already asked her a question, his deep thought had gripped him in a mindful hold, sitting there leaning over the table. He saw Sepherus as his blade, he proved rather useful in dispatching many threats that lay too close to Herunes himself, his blades coated in his very own black blood, a poison so rich if gotten into the body it would kill within minutes. Herunes giggled at the thought...