The library stretches
up before your eyes to the vast vaulted
ceiling. Rows upon rows of volumes of
poems, stories, and histories loom overhead
as the light from huge drawing room
windows breathes gold onto
the spines, illuminating titles brightly.
Skillfully crafted statues line
the walls, the occassional stone hand
reaches out to serve as a stepping stone to
higher bookshelves. In the
center of the room sits an
utterly massive mahogany table.
Several books lie scattered
about the gleaming surface,
each at least a full hand thick.
Maybe you should pick one up?
