Late that night, a Battlemage administrator discovered the Elf Mage in a corner of the Violet Library!
"Sir, the library is closing. Come back tomorrow morning!" he said out of habit.
Karin slowly returned the books in his hands to the shelves, then rose somewhat woodenly and walked outside.
Dalaran's night sky was somewhat different from that of other places. Here, the influence of magical energy faintly tinged even the night sky a pale violet.
Karin walked slowly along Violet Avenue, even bumping into a stall whose owner was packing up when his attention wandered...
"Sorry..." he said absently, then continued walking, thinking and pondering.
"Another one driven mad by studying magic!" The stallholder glanced at him, shook his head, and continued packing up.
Karin did not notice anything happening behind him at all.
His mind was still immersed in the new world he had just discovered.
The Pig and the Whistle inn was already just ahead... Its owner, the Dwarf Soriel, stood at the entrance, looking out.
"Mr. Karin, you're finally back! I've been waiting for you so I can close up!" he said anxiously.
"Sorry..." Once again, the reply was very casual.
"What on earth is wrong with Mr. Karin..." Soriel muttered to himself as he closed the inn's door. "Why does he look as though he's just had his heart broken?"
Karin returned to his little room at the far left of the inn's third floor!
The first thing he did upon entering was take out the notebook he had been using all along and turn to a fresh page.
Scratch... scratch... scratch...
The uninterrupted scratching of the Quill was the only sound in the room.
Only after about an hour did Karin put down his Quill. Those pages of his notebook were already densely covered