The air hums faintly and smells of ink, dust, and ozone — the comfortable scent of magic that has been maturing far too long. Shelves lean under the weight of grimoires, scroll tubes, and a battered paperback titled Intermediate Potatoes for the Ambitious Mage.
A crystal globe floats at eye level, runes glowing in a slow rotation. They’re not in any obvious language, but every so often you’re sure you see a normal letter slip by, as if embarrassed to be caught here.
On the far wall, a blackboard offers an equation of sprawling complexity. The spell rug beneath your feet is painted with concentric rings.
Kardan’s voice, calm and dry: “Wizards call it elegance. The rest of us call it hoarding.”
From here you can go,
- Back to the Entrance
- Clockwise to the Cleric’s Room
- Counter-clockwise to the Rogue’s Room