Shrieky has come to the conclusion, that he needs to be able to read in order to live a productive and happy life in the wondrous city. So far, his inability to read has hindered communicating over the network, his navigation of Baedel's many neighborhoods, and his attempts to find employment. Quite frankly, although he knows rationally that there's no specific reason why he should be able to read... it's getting a little embarrassing.

So, after packing his few worldly possessions and checking out of the Valhalla Inn, he decides that the next logical challenge to face, will be that of learning how to read. In order to face this challenge, he makes his way to the library, and upon arriving at the library... the obvious problem with his current strategy. In order to navigate the many, many books assembled on the shelves of this place, you do really need to start off with some rudimentary sign reading abilities.

He's wandering through the aisles, searching for familiar looking words, when he spots Mycroft, and takes a moment to weigh the man up. He's a little older, dressed in clothes which are unfamiliar, but seem formal. Shrieky gropes through his thoughts for an appropriate descriptor for him, and finally comes up with: Learned. He looks learned. Shrieky reaches out to smack his hand lightly against Mycroft's arm, in order to get his attention.

"I am attempting to find the resources necessary to teach myself how to read."

He doesn't bother to spell out the implication that Mycroft will assist him with this. Merely looks at him expectantly.