The librarian crouched behind her desk. The night had finally fallen, and she was finally going to catch whoever was stealing books from the religious section. She listened for footsteps for hours
The librarian decided she would simply set call it a night. She got up, looked at the bookshelves, and jumped at what she saw. Standing in front of a bookshelf was a figure in silver robes, with a hood over its face. It turned to look at the librarian, and began to speak in some odd and ancient tongue. Then, the librarian found robes of her own.