Trahearne nods, watching him approach before placing the first book in the pile on his lap. He's not opening it yet, though, more liking the thought of a pleasant conversation right now than delving straight into something as meaty as a treatise on the metaphysics of the Plane of Death.

"You'd be surprised how many different people I've seen here at night since I started keeping these hours. For some it seems natural, and for others it's down to the difficulty of living in a strange new place." He continues in a wistful tone, "I do envy the ones that can sleep soundly. This city doesn't seem particularly dangerous, but it's still something of an unknown quantity."