If Andaris had nothing else going for it, the capital had an impressive overabundance of libraries. Two, to be exact, both at the University and in mid-town proper, both large and rich with tomes that were, together, a healthy rival for the glorious library in Viden. That said, Caius was biased as a Gawyne, and the stores of knowledge his family kept written back in his homeland were, in his mind, superior in their meticulous detail, if nothing else, though that knowledge held the stale, dusty air of a family secret and even the northern noble kept to himself about such things.
Saun's warmth lingered this early into Vhalar and even though a single sun's light filtered through the large windows of the Library, the stacks were toasty and the glitter of gilding on book spines pleasant to see. To-trial, Caius had made his way from campus to mid-town after another long night of printing at the Gazette, his habitual lack of sleep worn as well as usual while he wandered through a particular stack of books, making his way through the Rynmere history section on his way toward the religious texts in order to find one more source for his class. He'd found that both the Andaris Library and the University libraries' religious texts were largely biased toward Rynlism and creating a more mythological view of the Immortals, but of both libraries, this one held within its shelves a bit more of a broader opinion.
Finding historical and religious texts on Treid would have been easier in Viden, and Caius could still remember the call numbers of several books he could have used. However, he was studying back in Rynmere now and had little choice but to sift through the dusty skitch and find the rare books worth using in his current research for class.
Black ink lingered under his fingernails and clung to the creases of his knuckles, and he ran a hand through casually unkempt blond hair while turning the corner toward the next section, noting it was occupied. The young woman in the aisle that—if he remembered correctly—was dedicated to genealogy and lineage was holding a thick tome in her hands and yet appeared dissatisfied with her singular finding.
Sharp blue eyes eyed the title and the young Gawyne smirked. His path lay past her, but he couldn't help but comment,
"That account is alright,"
Caius nodded at her book, gaze darting over the cover and yet lingering over her person, lowering his voice for a moment as if he worried who would hear him in the public library, "But I've heard the author is quite the populist and his works are often cited by the RCA to undermine historical legitimacy and add fuel to justifying their rumors."
He rolled his narrow shoulders in a shrug, looking over the books on the shelf, stained fingers smoothing out the violet brocade of his vest. He clearly wasn't a library clerk but he also wasn't at all bothered by sticking a boot into someone else's business, confident in his knowledge with a lopsided, amused expression while he continued his somewhat conspiratory words, "If you're looking for something a little more open-minded, I can make a few suggestions depending on what you're researching. But if you're into that sarding sort of thing, well, go on."