((This is an introduction and the first part of an IC non-fiction book my character has been writing about Stormwind and such. I know there'll be statements people will disagree with, but remember, a Scarlet is writing it!)) Donyald Tovald stepped through the Royal Library, perusing the shelves. Every book he had read, and there were many more he could quote word perfect. Letting out a small discontented sigh, he began to select a book, one had read many times before, when he was disturbed a rapping at the library door. "Hello?" asked a young human male, pushing the ajar door open. --- ---