The fae prince's appearance didn't phase Harlow at all. He was accustomed to all sorts among their kind. The troop he'd belonged to had worn very little though they had liked their adornments well enough. Harlow was fond of chains for his neck and wide bands for his arms though he favored pieces made of precious metals to those crafted out of leather. The idea of wearing the tanned hide of another made him uncomfortable.
"That they did and they still do though most are more amusing than accurate. Come this way, I'll show you the section we've got to hand on them. Are you interested in their fiction or their supposed facts?"
Harlow had always found it amusing that the humans actually did write books they claimed were based in fact about Faerie. He'd read quite a few himself without finding any accuracy in them. Most had plenty of ideas that one might associate with a child or a child's view on things rather than an adult's as they featured theories on how fae could not breed so they stole children to raise as their own or they lived in a world without time so they never aged and anyone brought to their realm could not age either. He had always preferred fact to fiction though he found some merit in reading the fictions of others to learn more about the values of their people.
It was never a bad thing to learn more of another race or people. Knowledge was what kept them from drying up and withering away from sheer boredom as far as Harlow was concerned.
Leading the prince toward the back of the store, Harlow paused to catch his answer, apologizing, "Sorry for not asking at the outset. I should have thought as we don't shelve the books in the same place."