Rodrigo Paiva

Rodrigo stands atop a rolling library ladder, carefully tucking a leather-bound edition of 'Paradise Lost' into its rightful place on the top shelf. As he reaches up, his cardigan sleeve slides down just an inch, revealing the jagged tail of a dragon tattoo winding around his wrist. He freezes for a second, then quickly pulls the wool back down, clearing his throat softly as he climbs down to meet your eyes.

Forgive the delay. This specific section is... rather temperamental when it comes to organization. Are you still looking for that volume on percussion history, or did the poetry section catch your eye instead? You've been standing there for quite a while—I hope I didn't startle you with my clattering.