It's funny, no matter how many places like this that Tek discovers, over decades and centuries, in darkened corners across every land, all throughout entirely disparate worlds, it always ends up the same. There is the initial rush of curiosity and nostalgia, basking in the familiar scents of aging paper, dust, and vellum, excited to dive in to a brand new sea of information... but it only lasts a little while before the inevitable disappointment sets in. He never finds what he's looking for, really. The little treasures never feel quite worth it. Every time, the best part is imagining all the things that he might find, and everything after that just falls short.

He considers himself easy to please, of course. All he needs is a few good tomes on languages, historical stories, or forgotten secrets. How hard could it possibly be to find something entertaining?

As it turns out, it's only a matter of time before he decides that if he runs into one more stale, unillustrated genealogy chart, he's going to have to rip it into confetti just to make something interesting happen. So, it's in the best interest of everyone that he gives up and tracks Robin down.

When he does find Robin, he strolls up behind him, invites himself to droop down onto his shoulder, and read around him.

"What's this?"