Things at the library had been pretty slow over the last few days, especially since the workers were still cleaning up some of the minor messes left in the wake of the harpy attack. The major structural damage (and there hadn't really been much to start with) had been taken care of earlier in the week; now all that remained was salvaging and reorganizing all the books. Sascha didn't really mind that sort of work, to be honest- at least it kept him away from the circulation desk. He preferred the stacks, anyway, and he was perfectly content to stay right where he was in the aisle, surrounded by piles of books with barely legible titles and microscopic call numbers, until he heard the sharp, telltale DING! from the front of the library.

Sascha blinked and poked his head around the corner of the bookcase. "Now, for whom exactly doth that bell toll, Rowan?" The Elven aide, whose nose was currently buried in a copy of some trashy romance novel while he pretended to work, didn't even bother to look up as he immediately pointed in Sascha's direction. With a sigh, Sascha dusted off his pants and sauntered toward the desk, but not before hissing good-naturedly at his companion, "You. Book returns. ALL WEEK." That's right, how 'bout them apples?

The woman waiting at the front desk looked...familiar, but not quite, although something in the back of Sascha's mind wouldn't stop nagging that he ought to know who she was. Then she asked for him by name, and he almost stopped short. She obviously knew of him even though she didn't recognize him, and the thought made him curious as to exactly what kind of business she might have with him. "Actually, ma'am, I can do one better than that." He held out a hand across the counter in greeting, smiling in as friendly a manner as possible. "If it's Sascha Connolly you're looking for, then your search is over. What can I do for you today?"