Leonardo has only been here for a few days, but his brain is absolutely burning with information, the majority of it making no sense whatsoever. It was splendid. Being confused was sometimes frustrating, yes, but when he opened his mind more things started to make some kind of sense. A bizarre type of sense. He set up in the North Village forge as it was recommended to him by Malik, planning on making it his temporary workshop. The other one was full, and Leonardo always did better with his own space.

He had several books to return from his initial stack, and he was carrying them all back. It was only once inside that one in the middle dropped, and he leaned over to pick it up, only to drop another and he cursed in Italian under his breath. Naturally it was only a matter of time before his balancing act failed and they tumbled to the floor. Leonardo had some choice words for himself at that point, because the books deserved far better treatment!

He was no longer in violet; as pretty as it was, it didn't suit him well. He'd traded it in for blacks and reds, and always a coat because he never seemed to stop being cold. He was attempting to stack the books up again to put back in their order, unaware of anyone else around.