Emrys waited in the library, hidden behind stacks of books and meandering sleepers. True fools oblivious to Truth read and studied and fantasized about Truth and Knowledge with the tools before them. It was boring as hell to watch, and the numbers using books slowly dwindled in the twenty first century, but it was still a vehicle to somewhere better. Though the vehicle couldn't reach it's true destination, it didn't change the fact there were people everywhere still reaching for something higher.
The Syndic himself could be found near the back of the library leaning against the closed door to a study room. The room itself was bland, with two rectangular wood tables and two uncomfortable plastic library chairs per side of the cube.
With a bored expression the Enchanter waits for the others.
Pot 4 Time Sight, Pot 1 Time Armor