The library had a simple organizational system for those who knew it, and a baffling one for those who didn't. It was set up geographically, texts for Eastern Religions along the east wall, western ones along the west wall and so on, older tomes at the top, newer books at the bottom, with odds and ends here and there to mark spaces where books had been taken out and left in stacks on the desk or one of the chairs.
He shrugged, "Haven't got around to watching any of it myself, not sure I'd want to, too close to home and all that." There was something that was almost a smile then, dragging an umbrella stand out from between a couple shelves, it was full of various implements, a golf club, a half-size cricket bat, a few different walking sticks, a child-sized crutch and various other sticks, twigs, and branches, "Take a look, if it ain't in here we'll head to storage."