"I'm making blind Spellcraft rolls for spell research in a library that probably doesn't have any spellbooks. And why am I here again?"

Xykon flies around the library, grumbling to himself. Twenty days and not one spell. Not even one he knew. Flying over to the row right next to Soundwave's, he picks a book from the top shelf and breezes through it.

"Crud. Another Natural 1. How is this even possible?" Xykon throws the book behind his shoulder which flies above the shelf between Soundwave and Xykon's rows and descends quickly at the robot.