Grindleby stepped the shop where his mother waved him over.

“Grindleby, do you think this ring matches my eyes?” His mother asked? He looked around and saw old Mrs. Tweed, looking at him as she and his mother awaited an answer. Grindleby, looked at the ring on his mother’s outstretched hand. The morning sun reflected off the blue gem, making it glitter splendidly.

“I don't think it matches anyone's eyes, really. No one has eyes blue enough to match it.” he answered after a slight pause, “It does match your dress though.”

“Good to see that your son has a good head on his shoulders.” Mrs. Tweed said with a cheeky look on her face, “All that time in the library has done him well.”

“But...” his mother squeaked,

“Speaking of, the head librarian told me that he found a book that could help you.”, Mrs. Tweed interrupted, “He didn't elaborate though.”

“He never really does,” Grindleby replied, turning to his mother, “Seems I'll be at the library for a while today, I'll see you in the evening.”

His mother, clearly not happy after being so betrayed, gave him a few coins and sent him off on his way.

Grindleby sprinted through the streets, taking lefts and rights, navigating the crowded areas with exceptional finesse. He was so excited that he was at the library doors without even breaking a sweat. He knocked on the door and was greeted by one of the junior librarians. He quickly took the gloves off the scrawny man and took the stairs 2 at a time, reaching the head librarian's office in record time, but not without seriously angering some wizened figures, hunched over their books. He recalled at least 5 of them hissing at him as he went ran past them, but they were not on his mind.

Grindleby knocked the door and opened it as gently as he could.