"Prince of Poles? Never heard of him."
"Sounds fake to me."
"Can't be as good as MY prince."
"You sure that's a real title...?"
"Is that even a real place?"
No matter who Virasqual asked, it seemed clear that nobody nearby on the streets had ever heard of anyone named Ciel Zaria, let alone of any prince by the name. Even the "Poles" part of the title seemed to confound everyone. It seemed none of the laymen in Empire City had ever heard of the man.
The inside of the library was enormous. Books lined every wall with shelves that seemed to extend to the size of buildings. It was defnitely larger inside than it was outside, implying there was some kind of dimensional mishaps going on within these walls.
"Hello. May I help you...?"
A young woman greeted Kendo as he entered the library.
She looked fairly young, around 20 years old yet rather short. She was carrying a pile of books in her arms.
"I'm the head librarian here," she said. She suddenly lifted the books effortlessly into the air, where they floated up and began to move through the air towards their respective spots on the shelves. The woman put her hands on her hips and smiled at Kendo. "Name's Libra Litra
, papyromancer extraordinaire. I'm a court wizard for one of the kings 'round this weird town, but I was put in charge of archives and info management here. If you want to browse, you're free to explore, but if you're looking for any info, I'm more than happy to oblige."
The satyrs began to move through the trees, heading somewhere with the broken device they were carrying. Those who followed could hear their mumbled conversation.
"What a supreme jerk," one said.
"Don't speak too loudly," said the other. "You know what he'll do if he hears us..."
"W-Whatever! I'm not scared of that guy."
"Well I am! Guy could kill us with a flick of the wrist!"
"Tch..." They were quiet for a moment. "What's the guy want with this crap anyway? Hasn't he got enough?"
"I don't think he knows the definition of 'enough'," the other replied. "Probably won't stop until he's got all the metal in Centaur Park at his...mm!"
The satyrs eventually made their way to a clearing, and they both went silent. The clearing seemed to be filled with...other satyrs, all wearing harsh metal bands around their necks. The lush green of the grass and the trees was juxtaposed by a junk heap of gray metal. Most things in the pile seemed just like random shards of metal, miscellaneous weapons, and the like. At the top of the hill of junk, a crudely made steel throne sat. Nobody appeared to be seated there for now...