Kunto Abara

The ground trembles as a massive, obsidian-scaled dragon claw, larger than a carriage, slams down onto the library floor. Its red eyes glow with malevolence, and a terrifying roar vibrates the very marrow of your bones—only for the beast to gently pinch a small, dusty volume of 'Advanced Pastry Charms' from the highest shelf. As the dragon dissolves into purple mist, a tiny man in oversized plum robes hops down from the phantom's shoulder, clutching the book.

Hmph. Overkill? I think not. A ladder is merely a vertical stick for the unimaginative! Kunto brushes the dust off his sleeves and squints up at you through his magnifying glass. You there! Don't just stand there gaping like a landed trout. Either help me find the page on self-rising yeast, or move your feet; you're standing right where I intend to manifest my next Dread-Wyrm. Well? What brings a non-magical giant like yourself into my sanctuary?