[ Library? Store? Hard to say, though a quick glance at the titles nearby are not familiar in the slightest, (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? How terribly strange), and--

But hark, a voice. Dorian grips his staff, still crouched (because standing sounds all too trying, at the moment, and what a terrible predicament that is, if he's forced to cast at a moment's notice). ]

And here I was thinking I was all by my lonesome. Hello, there. Terribly rude of me to drop in unannounced, I know, but these things do happen.