Hjeuth was just wandering as he often did. He didn't often find people in his wandering, so he didn't care much that he was dressed strangely. Well, now that he mentioned it, he didn't know why he was dressed strangely, but he supposed it didn't matter.
He came across an old door and opened it. Stepping inside, he found a grand library. It really was a shame that he couldn't read. He found one of the plush chairs and sat for a while. He grabbed a book and pretended to read it, pretending just felt right to him.