A gentleman and a scholar
*You walk into a room, trying not to trip over the numerous books in your path. This is just a small section of the Brightvale Library, a tiny alcove set aside for one of the researchers from Faerieland. Standing by a desk is a short yet stocky faerie Yurble, muttering to himself as he leans over a large tome, one paw holding a monocle up to his eye, the other frantically scribbling down notes.
As you come closer you see that the desk is clean, with books and papers stacked in neat piles, a stark difference to the chaos on the floor. The Yurble hears you approach and raises his head, tucking his monocle back into the pocket of his waistcoat as he gives you a shy smile.*
Ah, another young scholar I see. You wouldn't believe the amount of information stored in these books! It would take so many lifetimes just to read half of them. But I'm getting off topic. You must another researcher. I'm currently helping Faerieland rebuild its vast library. It's still quite large, of course, but so many books were crushed and destroyed in the Fall. I'm trying to translate as many of these older ones into the modern tongue, but my writing's a little messy. At least this isn't Old Tyrannian. I'm pretty sure they only have a hundred or so words in their language.
You know I couldn't think of anything better to do with my life. Spending all day looking at knowledge centuries old is, quite frankly, amazing. Hopefully I'll be as learned as all the other professors here one day.
I do miss my family back home though. It's a little boring without them, though I really can't complain after all those incidents a few years back. Anyway, I'd better get back to translating this history. Did you know King Skarrl's great-great-grandfather was a pink Nimmo? Strange…