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"Whether or not it is actually your castle seems to be under debate." Jericho lept to the side, moving until his back was to the bookcase. "I don't talk in opinions, I try to stick to facts. Also, how am I to be invited when I have never yet been introduced? I came here to make your acquaintance, I guess I came at a bad time." Jericho set his book on the ground next to him.

"Hrm, maybe it isn't arrogance that would trigger such an assumption, but aggression? Maybe it is premature to label it under a pride thing. So, boy, how would you go about making it so I can't leave? Would you go for the kneecaps? That seems to be a favorite. Then again causing paralysis is also a nice idea, if only temporary. Though I guess there is the potential for your words to actually indicate a death threat." Jericho looked at the ceiling briefly. "For now, Alnette holds the title of Baroness and the privileges that go with it, but the old Baron Argalt is challenging her claim. For now, yes, it is hers. But in time you might find that to change. There are infinite possiblities. Oh, and to your last point, I did apologize. It is waiting to be seen that she accepted it."

Jericho sighed, pulling his hat over his face briefly. "Will ya' get it through your thick head you ignorant thin skinned...." He broke off as he controlled his breathing. "Maybe Narrator was right, I don't know how to interact correctly. Either that, or people just aren't the men and women they seem from their biographies." One eye peered out at Izual from behind the hat. "Just to warn you, using that weapon would not be the best of ideas."

"Because then you will have to find a new weapon. As to who I am I already introduced myself, I am Jericho Williams, Librarian at the Leviathan's Library, and one of the students under the Narrator. Also, I have never meant to offend, it seems my actions have been taken as such but that was not my intent."

Jericho moved, but not to avoid, rather he allowed the blade to pierce below his right shoulder, bracing himself to allow the blade to run all the way through to the hilt. "I warned you" Jericho said through gritted teeth. He muttered under his breath, the blood covering his sword turning into a corrosive acid, eating through the metal at an alarmingly fast pace.

"My teacher, the Narrator, is able to dictate what happens around him simply by reading aloud. In the instance that just occurred, he could have had you trip suddenly if he spoke quickly enough. My own power, however, only allows for adjusting my own person. I merely changed the blood covering the blade to an intensely corrosive acid. Don't worry, the acid will only work on the rapier." Jericho winced as he gripped the hilt and snapped the hilt off, the blade soon dissolving to leave nothing but the open wound. He winced slightly as he moved his arm, holding the hilt of the former weapon to Izual. "Sorry, I would fix it if I could, but I did warn you you would lose the weapon."

Jericho muttered a second time, his skin turning from soft flesh to hard steel as Izual swiped at his face. Ignoring the consequences of the claws hitting his face Jericho moved forward, picking up his book and starting to mutter again.