Seth quietly observed the collection of small groups lingering throughout the main body of the library, although it wasn't his own eyes that he was using for this observation. No, those eyes were currently buried in the skull crushingly heavy tome that the Librarian had been studying.
After a little bit of sweet talking, and a lot of relentless badgering, he had finally broken- I mean, convinced the Librarian to take him on as an apprentice of sorts. It was actually the promise of new knowledge that was finally what tipped the Librarian over the edge and eventually led him to the decision to teach Seth this odd runic language.
As Seth understood it, the 'ability' that the Librarian had acquired was little more than a headache inducing and incredibly abrupt injection of foreign knowledge straight into his mind. As if he had touched upon a secret of the universe, finding that one thing that just made everything click. But alas, an injection of knowledge was all it was.
