The Vaesteri family was among Milirevi's most important families. For generations, they've put their sorcerous prowess at service of the city and in the name of the Daliath religion. Their contributions were so notorious that they earned multiple awards and titles for it. Including the Dal-kanan-Dal (the blessing that multiples blessings), an honor granted to a single digit of families around the known worlds. The family ran a temple that was large, beautiful, a historical landmark, and a shelter to those in need.
"As another default, people shouldn't demand sex as payment. This is even truer when the terms were not specified before hand and even more truer when things are explicit or implied to be free."
"-oh," he sounds like that's- completely new information. "I- I didn't. Know. I'm sorry."
"Apologies from you over this to me, are not necessary." Pause. "I mean that you're the wronged party here."
-and there's another new concept apparently.
"I- as you say, sir," he agrees instead of arguing.
No one does... at least for a while. "Parafi?" One of the triplets approaches. The smiley one.
"-Sir?" he responds immediately, looking not sure whether he wants to put the book aside hurriedly, or clutch it to his chest.
Oh. Yes. He can do that, can't he?
"Thank you," he says, and sets about clearing up the books.
"I's no trouble. Let me help you." He helps clearing up the books. "Do you want take one out?"
"-I'm allowed?" (He thinks he remembers being told something about that, but hadn't exactly thought it applied to him.)
Feliaris blinks a little at the confusion. "Yeah, you just need to register that you took it out and then you need to return it after... I think it's two weeks max."
"I- thank you," he says, and pauses, before choosing one of the books. "I- how do I do that?"
He smiles genially. "Let me show you."
Feliaris walks him through the process at the desk, there is a sleepy librarian there that checks them out. It requires a signature, but Feliaris signs on Parafi's behalf.