Bahorel runs a hand along one of the shelves. This is something like battle planning; he's taking it almost seriously.

"Our Northman looks human--at least sometimes-- and we know he's from Europe, so ..." He grabs a few old hardcovers and one extremely shoddy-looking paperback with a garish painting of a woman being bittend on the front. "Probably these. There are a good many legends, though; you may not find anything here that's entirely right. But it's enough to give you the general idea.--they won't be quite so lively when we've left the Library, I think it's being around the others that does it. Want to look around for other books while we're here?"

The other books are practically screaming to be looked at! Some of them almost seem to know their visitor's names.