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Message: <blockquote data-quote="tglassy" data-source="post: 7006937" data-attributes="member: 6855204">Teryn Mallus, once an Academ in the library, head researcher and solver of problems, was not drunk.  And like all problems he had been tasked to solve, he pursued the solution to this one vigorously. He sat at the bar to the Velvet Rose, nursing a whiskey.  It was only his third.  Damn human bodies, getting used to whatever was put in it.  He'd found his tolerance for alcohol had grown in the last few months.  Now it took damn near a half a bottle before he started to feel it.  Expensive, but he had the money.  His previous work at the college, and a few wise investments, meant he at least had money for drink.  If not much else.But he was already on nearly a bottle a night.  He'd have to either slow up or start coming every other night if he wanted to continue this.To everyone watching, he was a drunk sitting in his usual place, head down, lost in his worries until the drink took him. The reality was that, besides his momentary considerations of his body becoming more efficient in processing alcohol, his mind was going so fast it obscured his other senses, until he was almost oblivious of everyone else in the bar.  He was drinking mostly mindlessly, rolling his real problems over in his head.  The book he'd taken from the Magi's Library.  He could read their writing, but the subject matter was complicated, more complicated than learning a new language or advanced mathematics, both of which he had done early in his career.  No, this book was something infinitey more useful.It was one of the Magi's spare spell books. It was in a section of the Library that Teryn knew the Magi rarely visited, and did not catalog.  He had often, in his years there, speculated that he could just walk off with one of the books and not get caught.  He'd been right.  So far.But he hadn't cracked it.  Not yet.  So he rolled the information in his mind, trying to see what he had done wrong, why the spells had not worked.  Diagrams and figures flashed in front of his face, twisting and turning, becoming more, and yet less, clear as he drank.  The drink helped him relax his brain, which helped him make new connections.  Not that that was why he drank, but it was a nice side effect.</blockquote>

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