Akasha whirls around and thumps Benzikin on the arm, "That whistling is driving me up the wall!" She shouts. In her furor she failed to notice her proximity to the books and unwittingly smacked the closest pile pretty hard.

She cringed inside knowing that it was too late, the wall of books next to the party began to slowly lean more and more, until a tidal wave of books proceeded to the East. Soon the cramped hallways of time were nothing but piles of scrolls and leather bound stories piling haphazardly in what sounded like a stampede.

Akasha stumbled towards the door coughing and sneezing through the near impenetrable cloud of dust the avalanche of books had caused. As her eyes began to burn and her mouth became dryer than a desert rock she felt the door with her groping hands. Frantically fumbling with the latch she hoped relief was waiting on the other side.

Blackbird McAllister was caught completely off guard by the tumbling stacks of books. He darted forward narrowly missing a cascading wave of pain - began to trip over Benziken - and made a frantic beeline for the door frame.

Akasha is pretty sure the sound she heard was coming from the east, "Lets head left gents, as it now appears I am the only lady present than someone has to lead your smelly beards around."

As Akasha turns to the left she scans the countless books and scrolls along her sides, absent mindedly hoping that one of the numerous tomes would catch her eye, either riches or arcane knowledge, or even an interesting story to keep her occupied during the long sleepless nights as her male companians snore like a pack of overgrown boars.

Blackbird McAllister edges along the corridor of books scanning titles for anything useful.  If Elder Hirthryu's warning was any indication - the knowledge they seek will be further ahead and under heavy guard.

The party begins to search the darkened halls for the Shadow Guard destroying tomes of ancient records and knowledge. Before venturing too far into one long passage Aiyana turns back. She waves her companions on and explains her intense fear over the situation. Aiyana flees up the stairs and out of the library.

Blackbird McAllister takes the lead, and lights his torch to help aid their search. Even the dim light of the torch is overwhelmed by the inky black darkness of this chamber.

Akasha tugs on Blackbird's elbow and nods to the east. At this point she is pretty sure they are lost, but her keen sense of hearing detects movement off to the east.

Akasha, feeling rather uneasy at the current claustrophobic turn of events quickly blurts out "Tell us what you know about the Silor family or I will burn all these books along with your wrinkled body." She holds a smoldering orb of orange energy menicingly in her right hand, casting an eery glow across her dark face.

The old man, Elder Hirthryu, merely raises an eyebrow at Akasha. His tilted head conveying both disbelief at the outburst, and a hint of eagerness to do battle.

Blackbird McAllister raises a hand between the tiny old man and Akasha attempting to evade any argument that might ensue.  "We might hear him out Akasha, before setting him and his books ablaze in a fit of fury."

Akasha approaches the old man on the floor, she bends over slightly and says "Well it looks like your wisdom grew so much your hair didn't have any room left, so I'm guessing you could answer a few questions for us."

She straightens up and wryly smiles at the aged scholar, "Do you know anything about the family of Drad Silor? And is there any chance you could point me towards someone with some arcane knowledge? I'm feeling the need for some magic learning in my near future and this place looks just stuffy enough to fit the bill."

The old scholar glances up at Akasha, and with a slight sneer points toward the stairs leading to the subterranean floors of the Hall of Genealogy. As Akasha makes her way toward the stairs, the old man gruffly shouts, "But the Office of the Overseer is where you should seek training in the arts..." And then buries his head back in his books...

"Well now, thanks for finally joining me" Akasha gleamed as she struck a very relaxed pose against one of the massive pillars of the Hall of Genealogy.

"If you want to meet the stuffiest of old balding men then you have come to the right place my friends. These people's noses are stuck so high I'm surprised they can see where to step." She turned and darted inside narrowly missing an aged scholar as he shuffled slowly out of the large ornate doors.

"I hope this doesn't take too long" she whispered under her breath, "this place could suffocate a turtle with nothing more than the pompous air."

Akasha bounds to the front of the party, whirling around and heading West, she smiles playfully and asks Big Coin "Can your wee little legs keep up sir pennybags or shall I give you a lift on my strong Elvin back?"

Before he can answer she winks and takes off towards the Hall of Genealogy, "Last one there has to pay my bar tab!" She yells behind her as she flies down the street with near supernatural ease. Years of running through the forest has clearly been kind to her agility. Her mind on the other hand is another story entirely.

As the party moves through the dark alleys, Benziken modestly suggests that they move toward the city center. He feels certain the Hall of Genealogy is located somewhere to the North.

The adventurers make their way toward the rounded corner booth. Before they can edge past the flock of patrons circling the bar like vultures on a rotting ogre, a massive sailor bellies up to the corner booth. What he loses in looks thanks to his weight, he will never make up for thanks to his face.

A ratty leather patch hardly covers his left eye. Scars adorn his rotund visage, and his thinning hair is matted in spots - balding in others - and mangy where it hangs down his shoulders.  He is soon joined by a matching pair of bean pole thin partners who look as if they could possibly tally the hold of an empty ship's cargo compartment, if they had any fingers remaining on which to count.

The party stops in it's tracks thinking better of approaching the booth with their new found booty when such unsavory characters have taken up residence. With the hopes of talking to Drad Silor and forming a plan dashed the crew turn to one another bewildered.

After hearing what was revealed on Blackbird's scroll, Aiyana suggested that they should return to the balcony. They could then look at the other scrolls that were found in the trunk. It would also give the adventurers a chance to acquaint themselves with each other.

Akasha heads over to Drad Silor and slowly puts her arm around him. "We finished off those nasty rats for you! So you know what time it is, what have you got for us?" As the words slip tenderly from Akasha's mouth she turns her head and winks at Big Coin, knowing he is eying her newly filled leather satchel.

She gently places a hand over her shoulder bag and turns back to Drad. "So what's it gonna be?" She whispers in his ear. (after the business with Drad is concluded) "I vote we head for the great outdoors! It's a little smoky in here for my tastes. And - it seems everyone smells worse than Kahn McDoo, or at least close to it," Akasha adds as she turns her nose up at Mcdoo.

Akasha gleefully admires the treasure before her. In her greed she wishes to take it all, but thinks better of that idea as she lifts the heavy travelers sack. She tosses it to Khan Mcdoo thinking that he will have less trouble lugging it around. To keep the piece she quickly split the gold coins with everyone who could see the buldging bag. (Each Adventurer in the Chamber receives 50 GP from Akasha.)

After all, enimies this early in an adventure are never a good idea.  Everything else she shoved in her worn leather satchel, deciding to both inspect and hand some of it out later when the need arose, and when the current location was less dank and smelly. (Akasha receives a scroll case in green ribbon, a scroll case in blue ribbon, a thick hooded cloak, and two shiny steel daggers.)

As she heads back towards the welcome sights and sounds of the tavern she gently feels the place where the signit ring disapeared. If it can move a finger of stone, perhaps it can move her fingers faster. Or fetch a decent price upstairs. The small signet ring is damp to the touch, and hard to grasp.  Akasha focuses on the tiny ring and gives it a gentle tug and twist.  The signet ring pops loose and drops into her palm. (Akasha receives the Silor signet ring.)