Krueger thinks over Sel's statements as the elf makes them... the dwarf's own emotions ranging from outright rage at the thought of the new arrival not helping him and his companions to acceptance of the newcomer at not helping the enemy. Not sure what to make of it all, the dwarf turns his attention to the bookshelf. Hefting his axe, he nods at the shelf as if asking permission to chop through it.
Sel'Tarien: [sblock] You now notice two oddities to the bookshelf. The first is the stark white binding of a book amid a plethora of other, leather bound books of various shades of brown. This particular book is at shoulder height to you and almost directly in the middle of the shelf. The other is a bit of wax dripping over the edge of the bookcase near the candlestick that sits on top... almost as if the candlestick were tipped forward with some of the wax dripping out. It would be a reach... but a human, generally a few more inches taller than an elf, shouldn't have any trouble reaching it... especially King Promus, despite his middle age, still strikes a rather sturdy frame at right around six feet of height.[/sblock]