The fact that once Enver Gortash decided to devote time to exploring the library, it ran the risk of keeping his attention late into the night. This is so far beyond what he could expect to find even in Baldur's Gate. Books (and other media, he'll have to test that out later) from his world and many more -- levels upon levels of them. Devices to make text more readable, or that will read for you.

He knows he will get lost in something here, whether that is the books, the stacks, or trying to analyze the workings of any of the magic or tech here. He knows he has to pick one or he's liable never to come up for air.

This is what he tells himself, and yet in the span of several hours, he could be found all over the place, trying each feature he came across, glancing books he has never seen before and even ones he knew -- titles he had perhaps always intended to glance, and scarcely able to believe they just happen to be here.

When seen, he is testing the magnifying glasses near the front desk. Clearly testing and not using, as he slips reading under them long enough to take in what they were doing, and trying to suss out how before moving on to the next. With not as heavy a trickle of people, he figured it would be late enough not to disturb anyone else or take up things that needed to be used and not just tested and analyzed.

He appears to have gathered a small pile of books either to read here or take away with him when he leaves.

But for now: strange devices. Must examine.

He does have the presence of mind to know when he is no longer alone, however, and might be in the way. "Pardon -- please let me know if I am in the way."

Smoothly, "Apologies."

It's really only in the moment that he even realized he had crossed into someone else's personal space. Not something he tends to do without reason, largely because -- well, if you do not have one, they will usually find one, and that can get rather tiresome.

There is a lot to take in at once that is new, whether it is the wealth of new and alien technology, magic, and information, or even the make and dress of new people from different worlds. Of course, he's a man who has grown outwardly shrewd as much as inwardly, and he is hardly going to stare. But there is no hiding the movement of one's eyes even when the rest of you is still. A quick inventory, taking in curiosities to be worried about later.

"Having something specific in mind would certainly attend to all manner of sins," he admits. "Merely acclimating myself, I suppose."

Well, one has to start somewhere. And there are less noticeable ways to test the system around him. But then, Gortash wasn't brought here against his will, and the only thing he feels any impulse to lash out at is blessedly not here.

"I'm told that's not an unusual reaction." But here he is, not setting fire to anything.

Most excellent of promises.

"And I take it I'm very fortunate to have met you today and not then, yes?"

While he has been careful since his arrival, he has allowed a few caveats: He cannot die permanently while here, and he hasn't decided if that has taken the edge off of potential threats, or if his desire to see the system at work is just making him a touch masochistic.

"...Though I'm beginning to think that coming by invitation is more uncommon than was first impressed upon me."

"No, it is not."

This seems pointless to answer any other way. Even if he thought he could gain some advantage by posing as one, by now he knew enough to know it would be short-lived.

Though now he has to wonder how it would go: bringing Wardens here the same way so many Inmates are.

"I'm afraid I am here until someone sees fit to release me."