The woman crouched down on the floor, her bespectacled eyes affixed on the myriad of books that lined the towering shelf that stood before her. She was tall, thin and ‘atypically’ beautiful; she wore no makeup, but her skin glowed like the light of the harvest moon. Her eyes were large and brown, and she wore a resolute facial expression of intellect and mystery combined. After a minute or two of browsing, she extracted a book from the shelf. Stroking her silver pendant, which sat atop her plain black shirt, she marched over to the librarian’s desk, leaving behind herself something like a trail of fire.