SENTIENT BOOKS. They wrote that down and eagerly looked to the one in the provost's hand... and were more than a little disappointed that it turned out to be a normal book. They'd also thought that the term meant the books would talk to you, tell you the story; that would have been pretty neat. Still, they didn't think they'd mind being sucked into a sentient book. It sounded like a fun way to spend an afternoon, honestly, provided one didn't end up stuck there, as the provost had warned.
The paper wasps though... those horrified Quanil. They dutifully wrote down everything the provost said about them, and drew a little 'ew' face next to the entry. Book killers?! BOOK KILLERS?!
Once Libbs's questions - and very interesting ones, they thought! - were answered, Quanil raised their hand. Their question, when they were called upon, was simple and uncharacteristically grim in tone for the usually chipper and excitable Seeker-in-training:
"How do you kill paper wasps?"
Because they would not stand for this "book killing" nonsense. Oh no. No, no, no.
The paper wasps though... those horrified Quanil. They dutifully wrote down everything the provost said about them, and drew a little 'ew' face next to the entry. Book killers?! BOOK KILLERS?!
Once Libbs's questions - and very interesting ones, they thought! - were answered, Quanil raised their hand. Their question, when they were called upon, was simple and uncharacteristically grim in tone for the usually chipper and excitable Seeker-in-training:
"How do you kill paper wasps?"
Because they would not stand for this "book killing" nonsense. Oh no. No, no, no.
