The Great Library
You enter the great library through two giant wooden doors. Upon entering, the air instantly cools down from the balmy temperatures of the summer day outside of these halls. It is not unpleasant though. The air is dry and filled with scents of old leather and it has a slight acidy tang to it.
You see men and women of all races rushing through the entrance hall, balancing heaps of books and carrying scrolls under their arms. Some are in soft conversation, others seem lost in thoughts.
Upon approaching the only desk in this large room a young man looks up from the parchment he is writing on. He sets his quill down next to the parchment, a smile brightening his young face, and he says:
“Welcome travellers to the great library. My name is Herten. How may I assist you? You seem to have travelled far. Oh, we seldom have such worldly visitors. Have you come to look at the newest edition of “Great Serpents of the North”? Or our treatises on “Grand cryomancy”? Our collection of historical texts is unparalleled, of course. We just got our hands on one of a handful remaining editions of Hemart Penhallon’s “The fall of the Sauxsixian empire”. A volume in pristine condition. Can you believe it? …
I am sorry. Please excuse my blubbering. Have you come to talk to Headmaster Izahl?
Please don’t tell him about my flustered reception. He so despises it.”
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