[ Still, Dorian does as he's told, taking a seat and propping his staff against the couch's arm. He inspects the room and comes to this conclusion: it's-- strange. Very strange. Filled with devices he's never seen before, furniture in styles that are completely alien to him, and far too many somethings in slim cases on shelves. Dorian wonders, briefly, if they're books -- the titles on their spines might indicate as much, but the volumes, such as they are, are much too thin. And besides, there are books lying around that are very obviously books, and they look nothing alike.
Rarely would he admit as much, but Dorian suddenly understands how completely out of his depth he is, and the realization chills him. ]
no subject
[ Still, Dorian does as he's told, taking a seat and propping his staff against the couch's arm. He inspects the room and comes to this conclusion: it's-- strange. Very strange. Filled with devices he's never seen before, furniture in styles that are completely alien to him, and far too many somethings in slim cases on shelves. Dorian wonders, briefly, if they're books -- the titles on their spines might indicate as much, but the volumes, such as they are, are much too thin. And besides, there are books lying around that are very obviously books, and they look nothing alike.
Rarely would he admit as much, but Dorian suddenly understands how completely out of his depth he is, and the realization chills him. ]