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*There are times when even the dead get restless. Having an eternity of nothing to look forward to tends to take a toll on the mind, and push one into seeking a way to while away the hours, even if they're only a blink of time in the grand scheme of things.
So it is with the Sorrow. Curiosity lead him to the library, and he has been there for quite some time. Luckily, the place is vast and expansive, seeming to stretch in every direction all at once and to constantly change around him. Not that he minds, of course. In a place this size, he could pass several lifetimes.
He is likely to be found simply roaming, perusing books from every time and place. Of course, now and again he can be found by a record player he happened across, listening to music from his home country (usually things from ballets). Approach him if you wish, he's not hostile in the least.*
So it is with the Sorrow. Curiosity lead him to the library, and he has been there for quite some time. Luckily, the place is vast and expansive, seeming to stretch in every direction all at once and to constantly change around him. Not that he minds, of course. In a place this size, he could pass several lifetimes.
He is likely to be found simply roaming, perusing books from every time and place. Of course, now and again he can be found by a record player he happened across, listening to music from his home country (usually things from ballets). Approach him if you wish, he's not hostile in the least.*
