Guests of the Glacier #3: The Librarian

         A bookworm since birth the Librarian grew up a collector of literature and a hoarder of tales. Whether be it fiction, nonfiction, fables, or myths it did not matter. Any and all stories were of value to the intellectual mind. And nothing passed the time better than the turning of a page. Turning the page in his own life though led him down a path of isolation similar to that of the traveling scholar. The only difference was that he was not a scholar. He just enjoyed reading and the art of storytelling. Sure, he read his fair share of historical texts and political documents, but only because he had run out of other things to read.

          His favorites were the mythological scriptures; stories centered around ancient myths, yet loosely based on historical events as well. They were the best of both worlds. It almost made them feel real. Unfortunately his love of books became an obsession that rapidly grew out of control, depleting the storage in his house to the point of barely being able to move about without knocking over a stack of books. Still wanting to collect more though he was at a loss of what to do. A friend suggested he open a library. That way he wouldn’t look as crazy for owning so many books, and it would give him a place to store them all. At first the Librarian wasn’t sure it was a good idea. That would allow people to come and take his books. And what if they didn’t return them? Such a thought was maddening. However, the idea grew on him the more he thought of how to go about it. If he built the library somewhere where no one wanted to go then he could keep all the books for himself. It was perfect. His friend who suggested the idea was less enthused, claiming if that is all he wanted then he could just build a shed to store them in. But there was no stopping him now. The Librarian was on the move and heading to the one place no one wanted to be. The Frozen Abyss would be ideal. Nobody would journey all the way to Kaltbury just for literature. It was almost too perfect.

            Relocating all of his books was another story. It took months longer than he anticipated but eventually it all worked itself out and he ended up booking a room at Jazmin’s Tavern. Even his library didn’t have room for a bed. It was a design oversight perhaps, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed the company of the inn, especially that of the Poet and the Innkeeper. They were both storytellers in their own ways. The tales of the Innkeeper were certainly more farfetched though. They reminded him a lot of the mythological scriptures. They were somewhat believable and somewhat not at the same point, but he was just happy to listen. There were a lot of myths and fables associated with the Frozen Abyss that he hadn’t heard of. It intrigued he greatly, but there was one more rooted in lore that he was about to learn about firsthand. And it was far more real…