Daryl 'mmmd' again, this time wandering closer to the shelves. He was much more interested in books. Fiction was nice sometimes, but he had a slight preference for non-fiction. Poetry and fables, folk lore, legends and texts that analysed their cultural significance. But fiction definitely wasn't terrible. A nice escape sometimes.

And hell, this was the kind of room that Daryl outright envied. Just being able to dedicate the space to owning that many of them and keeping them nice and being able to read them whenever you wanted? That was worth wasting time being envious for a moment.