Ives looked up in surprise, to see a man with long black hair that reached his waist. His eyes nearly were widened in recognition, before realization washed over him. This man was not the one whom he had been thinking about this whole time. Although, they looked very similar. Ives continued to look up at him, sitting awkwardly before the man spoke again. He was about to answer "yes" until he heard about the Lledrith School. So this man was a mage.

It made his very face turn from his previous expression to dour, although he did his best to contain it. First Rook leaves, then Larkin is missing, now this. It was as if all elves left to oblivion, leaving him here with these barbaric creatures. Ives despised mages, just like how he despised every other race other than elves, but if he was sent from the school then there wasn't much Ives could do about it. Perhaps this was also a good change of pace for him, as it would get his mind off of things. He wondered if they had some sort of dealings with the Aelfmenn Kingdom to come here out of respect for each other, but Ives did not question it. With a grunt the Lore Keeper stood, dusting himself off before looking toward the man once again.

"Of course," he said flatly. His eyes now looked dull from the mage's appearance, but he tried forcing himself to be polite at least. He then turned slightly, his head still faced toward the mage. "Was there something in particular that you needed?" he then asked, although this time with a little more interest. Get your mind off of it, get it off of these worries, he tried to force himself to think. They were all so there, and the plant still lingered. Was it so bad to have other races involved, though? It did in fact endanger the Dryhtwood Forest, but there was an alliance after all. But, he should not worry himself with such concerns. He then walked into the library, hoping that the man would explain and follow in suit, the two large stone doors open wide for all to enter. The flameless candle still lay there on the ground, untouched as if it were still waiting for someone in particular to pick it up.

Ives looked at the man was he seemed to be impressed by the library. The elf folded his arms, although it brought a sort of satisfaction to him. Indeed, he was quite proud of his library. Ives did his best to keep it maintained and tidy. Vast amounts of books lined the shelves, all the way across and beyond. He assumed that it must be his first time here, but he was glad to see the awe coming from him. Indeed, the Grand Library was massive, containing more books than almost any other library throughout the lands. It probably had more tomes here than at Lledrith. The elves had so much emphasis and placed importance on sustaining history and lore, it often impressed many other races. The Lore Keeper also gazed at the view along with him, looking at the floor of the building to high up on the ceiling. It was pretty tidy thanks to the help of his apprentice. Although, many plants still lay about, all pointed toward his desk. They were something that he couldn't take care of most of the time, as it was from his own magic. Though, now that he isn't absorbing any more knowledge from them...

His thoughts were interrupted as he continued to hear the incessant clicking. His blue eyes glared at the man's hand, gazing upon the stones that was causing the irritating noise. But eventually the sound ceased. Mages. Ives was always displeased whenever there was an agitating noise in the library, or any noise for that matter. He preferred for it to be quiet during open hours, although mages probably had no respect for the peace of silence that the elves needed.

Ives stood for a moment of thought, thinking about the book that could be the closest to what the man had described. Histories of magical working done in groups seemed very much like something the elves would have. Remembering where the books were, Ives took a few steps toward the right of the building. "This way," he said, walking in the direction that he headed in. As he continued to walk his head briefly turned over his shoulder, looking back at him after a moment of silence. "Those stones..." he said curiously, his eyes again peering at them. "What are they for?" Perhaps he was asking so that the mage would not cause any more noise with them, but Ives was slightly curious. He assumed that they were probably magical, as most mages liked their magic and to carry around magical items.

Ives looked at him with then a more blank expression upon his face, but said nothing as he continued to walk. He didn't know what the mage spoke of, although he assumed that it probably had to do with his magic of some sort. Passing the many shelves of books, he eventually found the place he had been searching for. It was almost at the center of the building, on the far right side of the wall. Stopping and turning toward the bookcase, Ives reached out to pick up the book. It wasn't too high on the shelf, which was something that he liked. Afterward he handed it to the other man.

"This is one," he said, as if he were counting. Looking back at him the elf continued to walk. "There are more toward the back. But if that's the kind you are looking for then I know which other ones to choose," he said, then turning around once more to head toward the back of the library. Indeed, the library was massive. It would take a while before they could reach the far back, and the building was silent, just the sounds of the elf's boots beating against the wooden floor and perhaps the mage's. The large carpet laid in the middle but he was walking on the far edge of the room.

"Do you often go to other libraries for magic research?" he then asked, looking up toward the morning sunlight that filtered through the large windows. He was curious. And the Lore Keeper meant more about his kind, not the man himself. There weren't too many other libraries around, especially ones that other races had. The elves were renowned for their storage of history and lore, as their books accumulated within this very library. Ah, if only the other races had more emphasis on their keepers of lore, he thought. The Lore Keepers were sought in times of need, and if other races acted as such, maybe they would have as much wealth of knowledge as the elves. Well, that would probably never happen, considering they were barbaric and focusing on other matters they deemed more important anyway.