Jakob stepped onto the shore, his arms supporting the bag balancing on top of the one currently on his back, like a large bag shaped T. The money his parents had given him had long since run out and the stipend he received while studying at the university had been barely enough to live on. Therefore, he had not been able to afford a porter to carry his bags for him. Not that he minded too much- despite a noble upbringing, he had dirtied his hands enough times back home in the crimea and thus did not struggle with their weight. His uniform was a bit disheveled from the work, but he hoped he could straighten it out quickly before his appointment with his captain.
Remembering the path to the citadel from his first time in Nikomedia, he made his way through the bustling streets in rather good time. Upon making it through the citadel gates, his first stop was to the quarters duty desk. A rather put upon corporal wound up sending one of troopers also on duty away with Cornet Konyk's bags to a secure room, until he could claim it after his appointment with the captain. Looking at the clock on the wall, he realized he had yet another hour until he was needed in the captain's office. Deciding he had time, he went looking for something he was unable to find last time- the library.