Pov - Umbra

After checking up on the lady, I returned myself back to Akasha, prepared to ask her about runes and their uses, so I could start doing some stuff I would have previously needed her for by myself. However, like the first time, I came back just to discover that another person has arrived inside my library, I should keep better track of things like this. Though, unlike the other person who just sat down, this person came in and just stood in front of Akasha respectfully.

They just stayed like that for a few minutes till Akasha finally acknowledged the man and asked, “So who might you be.” with irritation still in her voice from the time with the lady.

“I was just sent here by the director to ask you a few simple questions.” The man says with a calm tone. Though he is clearly on edge about something.

Akasha shuts the book she is holding, and sets it down to respond with, “I’ll answer some of your questions as long as you promise me, in return, that you’ll people stop bothering me.”

The man nods while saying, “That is acceptable.” The man then pauses what he was going to say for a moment, then continues, “What happened to the other person?”

“I sent her into another plane, don’t worry, she did ask for it,” Akasha says while trying to hide a smirk of satisfaction.

The man seems shocked by this, but he quickly gathers his composure and asks, “Alright, thanks for that.” He gulps, trying to calm himself down, “So would you perhaps allow us to set up a guild check out in here?”

“No,” Akasha says almost instantly, and in a slightly raised pitch, remembering the arrogance the lady had.

The man seems shocked again by the fast refusal, but also seems to be hesitant to ask the next thing he is meant to. He seems to persevere over his hesitation and then asks, “We would like to know if you are willing to keep track of the adventurers that are coming in and out?”

“This is another no,” Akasha says without a shred of hesitation.

The man lets out a sigh and says under his breath, “They should have listened to me when I said this was not going to work.” The man after saying this walks away tired from the terror of Akasha, or that is how I like to see it.

Though, I follow him up the stairs to see what he is going to do with his newly obtained information. He simply opens the door and walks up the stairs till we get to a building surrounding the entrance of my dungeon. The building seems simple with a few windows, a door, and with a counter. I refocused on the man to see him beginning a conversation with two other people, both male.

The bulky one says, “So did they agree to watch the adventurers going in and out.”

The man says, “No they did not,” formally as if talking to a superior.

“What happened to Maria.” the one with oversized earrings asks the man.

The man gulps in visible fright as he says, “There is no sign of Maria, and even with my ability to sense the location of the people I marked, I can’t feel her.” He seems to think about something for less than a second and says, “The librarian did say that she sent her to another plane, with this weird smile on her face.”

“So what you are saying is that you lost my assistant with your scheme to piss off a Librarian and you have no idea how to fix the problem of your own making!” the big earring guy yells.

“Lay off the poor man. We had no idea what would happen when we pissed off the librarian, but now we at least know the librarian herself is not a pushover.” the bulky man says, trying to calm down the other guy.

After that point, the man I was originally following leaves the building with haste, but I don’t follow him because the more important people are right where I am, and they are probably going to talk about far more interesting things.

The big earring guy seems to calm down after a while, then says, “So we're going with plan two.”

“It's Plan B, and yes, we’re going with it! Though, we are also going to have to set some new rules regarding this dungeon.” the bulky man says, switching from childlike to serious in an instant.

“What are the new rules going to be.” the man with the big earring says, grabbing a notebook from a bag at his waist. Setting the notebook down, he grabs a quill and ink from the bag also.

The bulky man hums to himself for a few seconds whiles tapping his chin, “The first new rule gotta be don’t mess with the librarian, while the second rule has to be don’t enter an area that has a known abyssal creature in it. Make sure to emphasize both these rules.” The man pauses while the big earring person writes down the few rules he has been making up on the spot in a far more dignified manner than he said himself. Only in a few seconds, the man with the big earring looks up at the bulky man, waiting for him to say a few more rules, so he can write them down also.

The bulky man after seeing his partner lookup continues by saying“ Alright since you got that down the next few rules have to be about notifying us about changes in the library, and about changes in the book plane… things… What are we calling them again?”

“We are calling them dungeon books for now, but a few replacement names are coming into consideration after we figure out what this place truly is. Though to be honest, we still don’t truly know if this place is just a unique dungeon or if it is an ancient library of worlds made by a god in their free time. It could also be moments in time captured by a bored Chronomancer, oh, and it could also be…” the big earring man continued this rant, and even I was getting tired of it to the point where I was contemplating just straight up telling them I'm just a dungeon.

The bulky man came to the rescue by saying, “Shut up, it's just a dungeon until proven not a dungeon! I don’t care about your theories or whatever!” The bulky man was obviously fed up with the big earring man’s rant about stuff no one cared about, and I felt like the man deserved what came to him.

The big earring man looks sheepish for a few seconds until he regathers his composer then says, “So who is going to be in charge of ministering adventurers coming in and out? Oh, and also how many teams are we going to let in at a time?”

The bulky man seems to shrink in on himself while squeaking out, “Tabatha” In the quietest voice a man his size can produce.

However, despite how quiet he was, the big earring person seemed to have heard what he said because he froze while just standing there. They just stayed like that for a few solid minutes, until the bulky man unfroze and said, “Also they are allowing up to two teams in there at a time, they must also come out every week, or they will be considered dead, then after half a year or a major change they will reconsider this.” Though what he said was to break the ice, there was still this underlining tension in both of them. This gets me wondering about who is this Tabatha lady, and why are these two men so scared of her?