LOVE AND LIES ARE A PRICE THAT I WOULD RATHER THROW AWAY —
On any other day, Dryice was typically more reclusive and secretive about his library. It was as personal to him as his mind itself, locked tight under the lock and key of the words he spoke. However, today was different.
It was both personally relevant and universally true that all knowledge deserved to be shared. He said when he had arrived to the kingdom that he was willing to contribute his creative talent to the kingdom, and Sangria had replied saying it would be well appreciated. Meanwhile, he craved a certain information that could mean saving his life, as well as those around him. It wasn't too hard to decide to set-up a library.
Admittedly, Dryice hadn't thought of what others would have wanted in regards to the library. He had just up and done it. Thus, he had acquired a few bookshelves from some friendly traders in exchange for some condor feathers, his special ink, and yellow flowers. Not only that, but from the recent visit from the Coven of Elysia, he had acquired some very comfortable blankets - cozy enough to curl up with a book! He placed these along a windowside in the hut, and provided a comfy couch as well. Now, the Artistry Guild had its own personal reading section, courtesy of Dryice. The bookshelves lined the walls on either side of the window, though allowed just enough space for whatever else was inside the guild's headquarters.
To accompany the set-up and really attract people to visit his bookworm's hideout, in front of the windowside and couch was a table. Teacups with tea and coffee stood alongside platters of pastries, hot and ready for any hungry or thirsty guest. The hellhound himself allowed himself to lay along the couch's arm, a dish with a chocolate croissant and a (mostly milky) cup of coffee beside it. He took a few sips from his steamy, sugary delight, and waited for visitors to arrive. His books - as well as anyone else's he could convince to donate - filled the shelves in their proper A through Z, classification system. He was truly putting his previous library assistant experience to use.
A flyer sat outside the door of the guild entrance, which read this:
BOOK FAIR/LIBRARY EVENT
Hosted by Dryice
The Artistry Guild now has a library! Stop by, curl up on the couch, sip a warm drink, grab a bite to eat! Feel free to contribute your own work, or borrow others' to read!
— WE'LL TEAR THE SKIN FROM ALL THOSE PRECIOUS HAPPY DAYS