Merath continued to examine the tomes in silence. Pages flipped open and shut on their own as he moved through them, his expression giving nothing away.
Lumi watched him during this time and contemplated.
The man was very old.
This was already established. Merath was hundreds of years old, having been alive before the Dark One's first attempt to take over. He had been alive before most of what currently existed in Masteria had been built. To claim any sort of accurate read on him without properly knowing him was folly.
But as far as Lumi knew…
It wasn't that Merath was stern or impatient as a matter of personality. Rather, it was a consequence of his position. A man of his caliber had to adopt such a stance simply to prevent every random nobody from walking through his door and wasting his time.
