"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."
Benziken, Blackbird McAllister, Piker Big Coin, Khan McDoo, and Aiyana follow closely behind. As the party enters the dark antechamber of the massive hall the light from the entrance seems to dim eerily.
The walls of the antechamber reach toward the sky, but the elaborate paintings on the ceiling are lost in darkness. There is a depressing sense of despair hanging in the air. Solemn faces greet you from the few scholars haunting the decrepit study.
Books, tomes, and scrolls are stuffed into every available shelf, alcove, and crevice of the place. Where there appears to be little order to the collection, the wise may seek and find arcane knowledge.
Sitting behind three large stacks of books, tomes, and scrolls sits an elderly man in grey robes. His staff rests beside him, and a satchel lies at his feet. The shiny bald spot atop his head is ringed by stringy white hair hanging to his shoulders.
NORTH: Head into the back corners of the Main Hall.
UP: Head upstairs to the Overseer's Office.
DOWN: Descend the stairs to the Subterranean floors.