It was another day. Another day at the library, his tasks he had to continue. It was the same routine, over and over again each day. It hardly left room for the life he held outside the two large stone doors. Larkin was still missing however, so he had to complete all of his tasks alone. He just... As he walked through the library, stacking the shelves of used books, he began to wonder. Many things had happened to him recently, though it all changed when his relationship with Rook had formed. Hope, they decided to go for together that one evening. It made him then remember about the plant. It had infected him, and he had no more visions... which was odd considering. But, still not knowing how that had worked, he assumed that his life was not cut down as much as it was. Continuing to place book after book in their right places, he continued to think. The plant was still alive, wasn't it? Rook said they had nearly defeated it, but now it was still hiding somewhere probably. Was that dangerous? Was it more dangerous that now it was inside him? It seemed to obscure the magic that was killing him sure, but there was always the thought of being controlled by the plant. Though he did not hear the voices that Rook had once had. Though it seemed so long ago, when they had even talked about the plant last. So many things had happened since then, he nearly had forgotten about it. Still, the Lore Keeper continued to organize the books in their right order, until coming across a man who seemed to be looking for something but didn't know what he wanted.

Standing before him Ives looked at him, it didn't occur to him that he was not elf at first sight however now he caught a glimpse of the non-pointed ears. He resisted the urge to groan. Let him guess, a human, immortal, werebeast, or merfolk. He was used to playing those games, trying to see who was tainting their library now. Though, Ives seemed less hateful than normal. But he still wanted to roll his eyes. He despised other races in the library, sure, but now... he was beginning to think. Was it really that bad? If... he left? He had begun to think of that now, to leave. Why? He couldn't say to himself for certain. But... perhaps he had been toying with the idea of just... running away from this life. Life stuffed in the library, reading, the mundane repetition that defined his daily life. Though, it was just something in the back of his mind. He wasn't seriously considering such a foolish idea. He didn't even know where his apprentice had went. Still, he worried for Larkin.

"Are you looking for something?" he had to ask. Clearly there was some form of irritation in his voice.

"Alright," Ives said. Well if the human didn't want anything then he would leave him to his own. The Lore Keeper then briskly turned around, having no need to do anything there, his footsteps tapping against the rug on the floor. Humans were always so indecisive. Of course, Ives could not state his thoughts out loud, for such the elves were renowned as a peaceful, accepting race upon which he never fully quite understood. He was odd in that regard, a rare trait among his own kind. The Lore Keeper then moved toward his desk, where his chair was toward the end of the library, in front of another room which had its door closed. He sat down at his desk, continuing to get back to work. Indeed, it was quiet in the library. How odd, with all the commotion that had happened recently. Dipping his quill in ink he stared down at a blank sheet of paper that laid before him, beginning to process the record keepings of the month. However, as his blue eyes stared down at the sheet, the quill did not move to write. Instead, it hovered over it in the air, as if debating what to write. Well, indeed that was what he was doing. What had happened, all that time? Well, many things. But what was in need of recording? His gaze trailed over to the side, the wilting branch of one of the trees that had grown there. Indeed, many of the plants within the library were dying. His powers had been inactive ever since the day he had been infected. That was another thing too, how was he supposed to help record history while his magic had not been present? Well, as the Lore Keepers had done before him they had just wrote what they deemed to be important at the time. Large events, or events that should have took notice. But the plant? Well, Ives couldn't really bring himself to write about the topic, even though it was a dire situation. Though, they had nearly defeated it. Maybe it would be alright for him to write it when it was, he figured.

Defeatedly, he couldn't write anything down, placing the quill back into the ink jar as he slid back into his chair. He was frustrated with himself, this was so irritating. Ever since that time, he had changed. Surely, Larkin would make a better Lore Keeper now he supposed.

He looked up to see as the human approached once again, and the Lore Keeper's eyes narrowed in agitation. Indeed, he didn't know what he wanted didn't he? Disappointed by the fact that he hadn't answered him before until now, Ives reluctantly looked up at him and paid attention to what he wanted. His brow rose slightly at his request. Well, there were not too many laws about hunting, as he could recall. He was not a hunter, however he was not an information guide either. This was the Grand Library, not a center for tourists for other races. He breathed in irritation, nearly sighing as he crossed his arms and closing his eyes he opened them to look up at him again. "There are a few. However they are books that mostly pertain to the Hunting Grounds themselves, not just the laws within them. You will have to read them in depth to find that information." Standing from his chair, he then began to head toward one of the bookshelves. "This way," he said, taking the lead as he expected the human to follow. He continued to walk, past the many books and dying plants that infected the library, wilting branches and fallen leaves across the place. His boots even carelessly crunched over a few of the long dead brown leaves. Though, the elven laws were not held here as a whole collectively, despite it being the Grand Library. For that he would need to venture to the Aelfmenn Kingdom and require permission, which he very well could get his hands on if he obeyed the rules. However, Ives was curious as to why he wanted to hunt in the Hunting Grounds in the first place. Well, he might be a hunter after all. He couldn't deny him permission, however he didn't like the fact that a human would do such an activity on their sacred land. How tainted it would be. However, all races were allowed there, and it was against his power to speak up against it. He then arrived at the bookshelf where the books were.

Standing before it, his eyes glanced at the titles, then he pulled out a few about the Hunting Grounds before handing them to the man. Once he was finished he stared at him with impatient blue eyes. "Is that all you need?" he asked, the annoyance probably seeping through his voice. Probably he was going to ask him more, no doubt.

Another twitch could perhaps be seen in the Lore Keeper's expression. The human sure loved to irk him, didn't he? Looking at him with a mixture of irritation and impatience, with a hint of professionalism, Ives turned again, to walk past the center of the room and toward the books about nature, expecting the curious man to follow him. "Follow me," he said anyway, just in case he was too daft to keep up. He continued to walk down across the large building, past all sorts of tables, books, shelves, and other dead plants. Moving forward he snagged one of his boots upon one of the dead, wilted roots of a tree. With a grunt he forced it out of it, stamping on the floor again upon it to flatten the way. He then continued again, walking. As he continued to walk he talked to the man but did not look in his direction. "Most of everything you have questioned are within those very books. I'd advise you read them before asking for more," he said shortly, before coming upon another shelf that was nearly covered and entangled in a mass of dead vines. Wiping them away he brought another book from the shelf, and would place it onto the man's already large pile if he stood close enough. He then turned to face him.

"That is the book about the hunting game within Dryhtwood. However I wouldn't get too carried away-." He then stopped, remembering the man's other question. The plants. They were dead. His eyes widened slightly, however he then turned his head noticeably as he gazed upon the dead vines without much expression. "Yes, they've been like that for a while now. It is of no concern," he reaffirmed, turning his gaze to meet his once more. But it was, he thought. It did concern the Lore Keeper. However not in a negative light. Or perhaps it was. What was worse? Having the plant knowingly infected within you, knowing that you may turn against your brethren at any second? Or the fact that you were dying? Both were of bad options. Of course, then with a polite nod, Ives' face resumed to that of a serious glance before turning once more, walking away toward the direction of his desk as he assumed the human would thank him and be on his way to sit at one of the tables. However, he heard a meow sound coming from up above caused Ives' head to turn.

The little kitten sat up high in one of the dead trees, crying softly. Expression softening, a small smile crooked his lips. Ives then looked up toward the high tree that stood above the bookshelf, wondering how the little creature had even gotten up there. He crossed his arms sternly. "Now how are you going to get down?" he asked the kitten, in a soft and barely audible voice so that none in the library would be able to hear. But Ives did not know how to climb such a tree. Perhaps if Rook was around he would have been able to ask him. Though, the soldier was not there at the moment. Either he would have to wait or just stare up at the kitten above, which seemed to stare frightfully at the ground of the library below. Though, he didn't know how to get it down.