The Great Library of Palanthas
Astinus' Office
Dominating the center of this room is a massive birch desk. Legend claims this desk has supported the thousands of volumes of history Astinus has recorded. A large pot of ink, a container of sharpened quills, and a candelabra complete the desks decorations. Small windows line the room, allowing light to trickle in and gently illuminate the entire room. A comfortable couch rests against the west wall. Tapestries hang on the walls between the windows. Shelves line the walls, filled with tomes of the more recent records of heroes and villians upon the face of Krynn.
The librarian notices you aren't reading anything... Astinus hands a worn folio to an Aesthetic standing by you. You note the spine bears the word 'Masticore' scribed in green ink. As you glance down at the page you read..
From the pages of Masticore's book..
Author: Masticore Date: Fri Sep 15 10:02:06 2017 Subject Grieving
The room is incredibly messy. There are papers strewn about the floor, stacks of books that are leaning over, some left open an filled with both arcane runes and scribbled paraphanalia. There seem to be pages torn out of some of these books. There are various trinkets, bottles both opened and closed filled with varying substances, and a few extremely expensive magical artifacts that seem to have just been tossed to the side. In the middle of this mess sits a desk. At that desk sits an elf. An elf who is agitated and looks as though he has probably been up for days. An elf that scribbles frantically at odd intervals shakes his head, mutters to himself and throws parchment to the floor. He shudders and moans slightly and then puts his head down on the desk, his sides still shaking. "Master?" Silence. "Master? I've brought you your dinner." Silence. The human entered the room quickly and softly and laid the tray down on the desk. He left the room and shut the door. "He's been crying again. I don't think he's slept in a week." The other servants were standing just outside the door. They exchanged worried looks. "What are we going to do?" The first servant shook his head. "It's only getting worse. It's been almost three months now. I'm not sure what he's going to do." More quietly he said, "I'm not sure what we're going to do." "Perhaps it's time we cal-" A hand signal cut off the sentence. "No. He has no love for his father and may be more distraught himself." A cold look passed over the first servant's face. "We'll just continue to keep an eye on him."
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Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.
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