If there is no answer, then Alphinaud has no qualms with inviting themselves in. It is no ordinary residence, after all—or so he's been told, and if this is anything like the libraries he's visited in the past, there's always someone around to keep watch. When one hails from a country like Sharlayan, you really learn how the truly bookish types are.

And so, Alphinaud follows her inside after a nod, and it's... rather cluttered with all sorts of gadgets and knick-knacks. This too is not unexpected of learned men. The carbuncle darts inside with a small chirp, swiftly pouncing upon a countertop to inspect one of the myriad of clocks nestled within the cramped room; not unlike the familiar, Alphinaud approaches a cluster of gears to examine.

"Purely curiosity," he admits, only briefly casting his eyes over a shoulder. "Though there is much I wish to learn, 'tis always best to begin with the basics, whether they be deemed myths or otherwise. If I are to make my home here for the now, then I need not be a stranger to it for long."