"Does it?" Vandelin's tone would be just as well suited to asking if it often rains in the springtime around here. "I'd believe it. Spirits are a bitch when you're not used to them." Is that the book he needs? There it is. But hey, as long as he's up here, he might as well grab a few others; no sense letting the effort go to waste, after all.

The books shift warningly under his feet. He grips harder onto the edge of the shelf, and ignores them.

"Is this what you do around here, then? Hide in dark corners offering sage advice?"