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...