Clarith was lucky enough to be able to read, and yet the sheer amount of books in the library was intimidating her. She aimlessly wandered past the shelves, trying to keep the potted sapling she was holding steady with one arm while retrieving books with the other. After some time of this, she sat down at a table, flipping through a book containing information about the city.

While some people would not have noticed the librarian's aid, once Clarith caught a glimpse of her, she could not help but stare, becoming very, very conscious of her own white hair.