Kirk hadn't been to the library in awhile. While he appreciated the attempt at keeping all these books, it had becoming frustrating reading page after page and feeling like he wasn't getting any real information at all. Half of it felt like propaganda, the other half like misinformation being spouted as true facts because the write had been brought up to believe it. At least the maps were useful. As it was, he was already thinking of ways to sneak in a few volumes, like the one he had purchased from Pel, for people to find on their own and read. If nothing else, he might write a few instructional books of his own and set them in too. Knowledge was power, after all.

Seeking respite from his headache he had gone down into the rotunda, finding a place to stretch out and nap on the cool stones and let his headache subside. He hardly wanted to bother the healers with the matter, after all. He comes awake from his doze when hears steps, getting to his feet in case it's one of the library tenders, making his way around before spotting Inessa gazing at the siege.

"Interesting, isn't it?" he said in way of greeting, coming to stand a few paces from her.