You sit, close yours eyes and rest; you feel you need it. You listen to the sounds of other 
party members doing the same, though it's strange how even with the metal armour, it's the 
creak of leather that's the loudest. You open your eyes again, putting the book down; the 
old leather spine creaks in protest. You spy the Warden's Chief Librarian grimace at the noise; 
he gets up and heads out between the shelves.

You stare at the runes in front of you. It's hard reading the order runes, sometimes the symbols 
just don't make sense. You trace your finger slowly along the lines, trying to understand the 
instructions. This ritual text is just for Mend, and yet this is the fourth hour you've spent 
staring at the book. This book and others; the Wardens have provided you with other ones too, all 
of which are supposed to make learning easier.

You scratch your head looking from book to book, a scrap of old report paper covered in notes, 
most of them crossed out. You just can't work out how the focuses fit into the rituals. You know 
from experience that while carrying around a bunch of cheap consumable items would be great for 
rituals, it would cause problems with the kind of scouting you prefer to engage in.

Sitting back in frustration, you try not to think about all the ceremonies you want to write out 
for yourself, even though you're still stuck on the first one. The librarian returns, placing an 
odd-looking book bound in animal skin in front of you. "This one was written by a half orc like 
yourself, he always used to say to me that half-orc ceremonies are different because half-orcs are 
different. Take a look; maybe it'll you help," he says before returning to deal with a new arrival.

You open the book and start reading; it all makes sense. You can see you were trying to learn human 
order ceremonies, but you don't think like them. Half-orcs ceremonies, now that's the way to do it.

You push the other books out of the way to make room, their hard leather covers squeaking as they 
rub against each other. You look up to stretch your neck, and look back down to see the ground 
beneath, yourself once more back with the patrol.