[ roughly a few fays ago, jerry was camped out in this alcove for a while, building a castle facade out of books to shield off his best little reader buddy from the cruel and annoying world with a defensible wall of literature. in their rapid evacuation, he didn't have time to disassemble his marvel of modern architecture, but let it not be said jerry pascal doesn't clean up after himself.

as caleb familiarizes himself with the library, he'll catch jerry at the beginnings of deconstruction, carefully removing stacks and returning them to the shelves from whence they came. upon noticing a library goer trying to do their librarying, Jerry tosses a look over his shoulder with a bright grin. ]

Pardon our dust, fellow book enjoyer, this stash is still open for your perusitude. [ he steps back, pointing to the stacks he tried to place in order they came off the shelves. ] We've got, uh, geopolitics of Thorne and surrounding territories, fancy pants magic for dum dums, oh, here's erotic historical fiction — spicy stuff, highly recommended.

[ jerry eases out one of the cheap romance novels, the cover depicting a mage that could've been a swedish underwear model with suspiciously, impractically satiny mage robes dropping off the shoulders, surrouned by a weirdly muscular cloud of neon purple magical energy, entitled "The Wizard and the Sexy Manifestation of Hubris That Will Ruin Us All in the Butt", by Buck Fingle. There you go, Caleb, enjoy. ]

Just let me know if you need something from the bottom so we can Jenga that bitch out.