Mazhar Mateen sat quietly at his favorite table. As his aged hands carefully turned the page of the fragile looking tome set out before him, a faint grin touched his weathered old face. There were few things he enjoyed more now than taking up residence in the royal library of Ahgram for the day. He'd seen much in his many years. A lifelong scholar, his studies had taken him to nearly every corner of Qalia. Now though, he was content to live a quieter life. It was peaceful in the library, and it suited him well. "Yes?" Mazhar replied. "Are you the librarian?" "I am reading a history." "Trees."