"Yeah I can understand that," Tiketh agreed. Arms crossed over his chest, he nodded his head in agreement, "The war has left so many scattered and poor and scavenging. They'll find anything that has even a little bit of worth and sell it off or tear it down into usable parts. History no longer matters to most of the country." It was sad to know that so many gave up caring about the preservation of the land and only cared for themselves. Though Tiketh could be a little selfish, history had fascinated him and ruins were exciting learning grounds. Though.. that was how he got into trouble in the first place. He was wary of the Stalfos, sure, but he had to agree with many points the skeleton fellow had to say. "Books and paintings would be less bothered by raiders and scavengers, I'm sure. They'd be after riches and many of them find no value in books." Books could be viewed as worthless paper that could not be salvaged or sold. Easily, there could be whole untouched libraries out there."I'm confident they'd be safe enough yet for you to gather, but I admit I don't know any exact places anyone could find something like that except still at what's left of the castle city." And that was a terribly dangerous place to be. Alana so readily agreed to help and even tag along, but Tiketh himself wasn't so sure. He was smiling, liking how kind she was that she would help anyone like this. He liked that attitude very much, really hoping he could have seen more people that had that same attitude. He himself, however, was still wanting to just slip away and disappear from the world. Yet, he didn't want to be alone. It was a difficult problem indeed. He didn't say anything on this matter, first interested in hearing Alana's side. If she would help, he would gladly tag along a bit longer.