An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Aldren.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap is at 65. You change? Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a dirty book showing much wear on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Aldren' scribed in dull purple ink.

Author:    Aldren         
Date:      Sat Nov  1
04:23:58 2008
Subject     A barkeep's observations

 
A
stranger strode into the Inn of the Last Home one day and all
eyes were on him. There was a paucity
of newcomers to the Inn in
these times of hardship -- those who could afford the Otik's
finest brew
nowadays were few and far between. Yet, the stranger
was a human clad in little but a simple leather
vest and cotton
breeches with a longsword hanging loosely by his side. He surely
was neither a nobleman 
nor landlord. I have been a barkeeper in
the Inn for nearly a decade now and I know a man with a purpose

when I see one.
 
Not surprisingly, I witnessed the human stride
towards a cloaked figure by the side of the bar. The
cloaked
being was One of them mercenaries, creatures of greed who
betray morality to satisfy their coin purses. I
knew them well,
for they were amongst the few who could afford the rising prices
of ale. Pricking up my
ears as best I could, I caught a little of
the conversation they had.
 
"You're one of them mercenaries
aren't you?" the human kick-started the discussion. I noticed the
cloaked
figure flinch and attempt to slink further back into the
shadows. The mercenaries never did like being
noticed in public.
It spoilt the element of surprise, I guess. Notwithstanding this,
the human was
relentless. "I'll recognise that emblem from a mile
away, mercenary. Don't worry, I won't blow your cover.
Not here.
I just wanted to explore the possibility of earning some cash
with your band. I hear you guys
make good money, yes?" Perhaps I
do not convey the emotions in the human's tone well enough, but I
did
detect a tinge of desparation in the fellow's voice. He must
really need this.

I couldn't catch much of the conversation
after that, but the two did leave the Inn together
amicably.
There seemed to be a mild altercation between them
outside of the Inn, but I was far too busy serving what
few
customers I had to really notice. The argument smoothened itself
out though and I'm pretty certain
that the mercenaries have added
another to their ranks. Well and good, the Inn will be have
itself another
regular customer soon enough.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z
Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'