"Why it's Vaestin Farstrider Crosses the Vorhaun! I remember reading this on my first day at the Academy," the elf says, picking up a four-inch-thick tome and raising it above his head with both hands. He begins a brief, dramatic oration from memory,
"And thus the walls of Castle Torrimot began to crumble: brick and mortar, pebble and marble, flesh and bone, under the colossal burden now thrust upon King Xaurax's shoulders. Vaestin Farstrider had demonstrated resolve and virtue in the face of this most damnable of Immortals and prevailed, breaking the eon-spanning curse and, at long last, setting those souls a'right and freeing his lost love from its implacable grip."
Travellios sighs and says, "Ah, to be a hero like that," but suddenly regains his composure and blushes, "Yes yes, so I memorized the ending. It was quite a victory..."
Embarrased, the handsome elf goes back to shelving books...
Unless addressed, Travellios has nothing else to do for the day. He'll go back and look over his spellbook tonight and helps with the Book if asked (though he's still in the dark on the matter).