( That went easier than he expected. Hugh waits patiently to receive his payment

very (is that another book?)

very (how many books does he have?)

patiently (is this guy a walking library?!)

He's trying to be a tough guy but as the books start hitting the floor, he's already kneeling down to pick them up. Gee, guy, take better care of your books. Now they're all covered in sand and he's trying to dust and shake them off when one catch his eye. )

I know this book... ( He's pretty sure he's seen the same title in his grandmother's study. She'd whacked him with her hand when he tried to peek at it when he was younger. "Don't touch that!" She yelled before going on about how old, valuable, and difficult it was for a kid like him to worry with. Of course, that didn't stop him from going through it when she went out. Hugh would say this book looked newer than his grandmother's but to be honest, it was still probably as old as she was so he'll just say it looks "less old." ) What're you thinking bringing rare books like this in a battle?

( Actually: )

What are you doing reading out here?!