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Philos
Legacy Name: Philos
The
Glade DevontiOwner:
LovesongsAge: 12 years, 10 months, 3 weeks
Born: June 5th, 2011
Adopted: 12 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: June 5th, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 10
- Strength: 19
- Defense: 16
- Speed: 14
- Health: 15
- HP: 10/15
- Intelligence: 65
- Books Read: 64
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Refreshment Concierge
In the older, somewhat decrepit part of Veta Lake, stood buildings that had been around for over a hundred years. One of these buildings was a tall, three story, brick building that had stood there for over 150 years. It looked small in front, but looks are deceiving; the rooms stretch back quite far. An old, wooden navy blue door, peeling with paint, is sandwiched between two large glass windows. Above the door, a faded wooden sign reads "Philos Cafe".
To call itself a "cafe" was rather deceiving; the old Devonti that operated the cafe hardly stocked any pastries, snacks, or coffee drinks. The most that one could order was a plain coffee with some milk or a black tea, and hope that the cafe owner had remembered the bring something in that day.
Despite the lackluster menu, many considered the book cafe to be a hidden gem, a town charm. It had been around for as long as anyone could remember, and was never owned by anyone else. A few voiced concerns over what would happen if the Devonti were to pass away one day. Many had spoken to him, tried to draw some information from him regarding this matter, but he never took the bait. His aloof and mysterious background only added to the charm and allure of the cafe.
Everything inside was wooden. From floor to ceiling, on all three floors, every single wall was a bookshelf. All arranged in alphabetical order. The old Devonti never had to put anything back in its place; it was an unspoken rule to remember where you took your book from, because you were expected to put it back in the right place for the next person. No one knew how the Devonti had acquired so many books, or whether they were all even his. They were always simply... there.
That isn't to say that new books weren't added. They often revealed themselves subtly; he didn't have a bookshelf in the front of the store that boasted new arrivals. They were dispersed throughout the cafe, in their proper place, by author's last name.
The old Devonti met many interesting individuals throughout his experience owning the place. He enjoyed seeing his regular customers, who came in on the same days around the same time every week. Some were more irregular, but nonetheless, still popped in once in awhile. He rejoiced in seeing young youth who pretended not to read and enjoy learning, yet spent hours in the same position, reading a book until they could no longer keep their eyes open.
Sometimes, during the quieter hours, a customer would come up and talk to him. He was a very good listener. He rarely spoke up, but when he did, he often offered unexpectedly useful and honest advice or feedback. Sometimes, he sensed that an individual was confiding in him and was not looking for advice or critique; and in these situations, he offered a bit of sympathy, and instead recommended a certain book.
Throughout the years, a few journalists would attempt to interview him, to gain some insight into his background, or history of the cafe. But the old Devonti was a very private individual, and very respectful. Many journalists who came in became too embarrassed and shy about prying into such a quiet, private individual's life. And thus, many ended up interviewing local patrons and attempted to feel the crowd.
One aspect that many newspaper articles about his cafe noted was the diversity of the community that came to the book cafe. The crowd was composed of individuals from all walks of life: professors, first time readers, book circles, housewives, young college kids, hipsters, scientists, individuals who hardly read. Some individuals kept to themselves in a small corner, while others sat huddled together at tables, discussing a book or gossiping or debating in hushed voices.