* Logre frowned. Deep, hearty, and very, very disappointed. Probably in himself, seeing he had managed to not only get separated from the others, but also gotten lost beyond repair. It was supposed to be a plain, easy, quick investigation. Some other guild had unearthed a new floor in the Echoing Library and vanished there just after reporting back to Tharsis, and Logre's bunch of misfits had been giving the task to find what happened. It was the curse of having achieved as much as they did, Logre guessed. He sighed again, and looked around. These lower reaches of the library were damp, some of the books molding, but he had also come through some passages that were stone-dry and dusty enough to make breathing hard. By now he was suspecting that there were more hidden paths than he had been able to spy, and some of those bloody warp tiles. One more sigh and he strolled on, blade over his shoulder, looking for any clue how to get out of here, or maybe a sight of his guild. Or maybe even the missing guild. Or... well, anything, actually.
- Logre looked down the hallway the direction he came from then the other way again. Everything here looked the same, dusty old books on endless shelves and wisteria plants growing from every crack in the walls. Splitting up was NOT a good idea, especially since there were no maps of this place yet, from his guild or any other. He tried to make mental notes of what directions he was turning but he'd lost track of which way was north a few turns ago and that made the rest of what he remembered essentially useless. He turned around and though about back tracking until things looked familiar but every intersection of shelves and arches was designed the exact same way. Pulling books out to mark where he'd already been didn't work, most of them fell apart and practically crumbled if you tried to move them. He turned again, for the second time, third time? Wonderful, now he didn't even know whether he was going forward or back. Logre grumbled under his breath about how stupid coming here was and looked back and forth to try and remember where he was going, but it only made him dizzy to keep turning and he gave up before choosing randomly and beginning to walk again.
* A fallen shelf. Logre would have never thought he'd be so ridiculously happy to see a fallen over bookshelf in his life. It was at least some change to the scenery, and a good landmark. Take in addition to that the door he had just passed (well, doorway, the door was long rotted away) and it was one think to update his mental map on his way out of here. But for now he decided to sit down on it for a moment and sort out his mind. This, quickly, turned out to be a bad idea. Old, rotten and barely held together by hopeful thinking as it seemed, the shelf gave in beneath him with a noisy crash, and Logre groaned as he laid among the splinters, coughing at the dust that had come up.
- "Are there even any animals or monsters around here?" Logre mused to himself. There hadn't even been any of the guardian automatons anywhere as far as he could tell. As he was about to turn a corner, he though he heard something a short distance away but it was hard to pinpoint because of how it echoed from the stone walls and ceiling. Still, he walked quickly in that direction to find its source even if it was something dangerous. At least it would be a break from this monotonous walking in circles. When he reached the area he though the sound came from, he still found nothing but more shelves and walls. He looked around all the corners and checked everywhere for signs of something being knocked over or even the dust being disturbed but couldn't find a single thing. It was discouraging, probably just something falling on its own or maybe his own ears playing tricks on him after more than an hour of walking in silence with only his footsteps keeping away the ringing in his ears from the cacophony. He sighed and leaned against a shelf to rest a moment, trying to let go the decent amount of frustration he had.
* Logre stiffened, holding back a cough the best he could. Were those footsteps? He carefully sat up, adjusting his grip on his weapon. Eyes narrowed, he looked around, letting the cough out as silently as he could. There was nothing to be seen, just shelf after shelf, book after book, stone, dust, and not much more. He rose, slowly and carefully, all alarmed. He felt the presence of someone... something... and instinctively shifted his position into a defense stance. Moments passed but Logre heard nothing but his own breath. He licked his lips and shifted his weight, before deciding to be bold:
"Hello?", he called out.
- Again, there was a noise, Logre was sure of it this time. Something quiet though, a muffled sound from nearby. He was still and listened closely for anything else to come but as the seconds ticked by in silence he decided to look around once more. As he pushed against the shelf to stand up straight again, something felt strange that put him off balance. Curious, he leaned against the shelf again but the moment he put his weight against it that portion of the wall slid back and he tumbled backward. Logre managed to crack his head off the stone floor and drop his sword, making for a lovely combination of seeing stars and having a metal clanging sound pierce his ears to accentuate the pain in his head.
* The loud and sudden noise of metal hitting the floor made Logre spin around, blade raised to block an oncoming attack. There was dust and, squinting, he saw something tall, about his size, come through the wall. He held his breath, anticipating what it was and would do. The dust settled quickly, and Logre blinked in brief bewilderment when he saw the figure before him. He blinked again and hissed.