Standing tall among the crowded buildings of the West End, the Lycaeum Library is imposing and serene. Somehow, the stepped entryway has a quelling effect on conversation- whether the effect is magical or psychological (or eerily, both) is uncertain. All that can be assured is that the place has a reputation for mystery- and the marble walls, cleanly polished to the point of phantasmal reflection, certainly add to the ambiance of such tales.
Although the broad entryway, with its widely tiered steps, is impressive- more impressive is the sheer size of the building. Three stories tall, but also long- and surrounded by a clutch of bare trees, seeming to grasp the building within their tangled grip. Regardless of season, leaves never grow upon the trees- but they have stood for long without being claimed by death.
There are rumors of underground archives- larger than even the upper stories- tales of ancient books of power, kept safe here from even the mighty reach of the Purificatio. Shadows have tread this earth- but so has the light. A place of utmost thought and contemplation, it is (more than any other building in the city) the domain of the magi, in all of their shapes and forms.
In the yard of the majestic library once more, Adriano was troubled with certain doubts about this eveningtide's venture. Even with the plan as simple as could be - get in, kill 'em all, get out - there were still too many variables left underdefined. Was it worth to risk the survival of the whole gang for a few books? Was it really a wise move to go after a man who surely had something the Black Heart gang lacked - connections to the power brokers of the city, a man whose organisation would not exactly be easy to eradicate? How exactly did he intend to kill all the members of Scullio and Penna's gang, and would the cost in lives lost be worth the gains?
By the time he reached the gates to the library, he had pondered and dismissed all these concerns. There were rumours that the library contained far more than just books, and that something would potentially prove a very useful boon in the future. Knowledge was power, and this was an opportunity to get it. As for Scullio - he would think of something. It was always best to think on one's feet and adapt to the situation rather than expect it to adapt to you.
He entered the halls of the Lycaeum with a look of determination and proceeded upstairs without saying a word to the clerk. The objective now was to find the curators and arrange the neccessary things with them. He would pick up his robe, and give instructions to the people Gwi'ilen and Milanas have assembled.