Books are a privilege of the wealthy. Those born to common families rarely find themselves well acquainted with the crisp pages of a fine book. In Roque, where no expense is spared and no luxury unavailable, there sits a library whose grandeur is outdone only by the libraries housed at the famed University.
The building looms in stately, cool marble lines, white columns lining its entrance, casting long sharp shadows over the doorway. The large oaken doors seem almost humble by comparison. Inside a curving staircase leads upwards to where the books are housed. Several small reading rooms take up the rest of this floor, their doors firmly shut against prying eyes. A long wooden desk lies along the wall to the left, an old man behind it, his spectacled head bent over a thick tome. The smell of dust, leather bindings, and old paper filled the building, and lent it a feeling of time and peace. There is knowledge and wisdom within these walls. For those who know how to find them, La Libram Excellence may hold the answers to all of their questions.
It took Taevia a moment to fully appreciate the building before stepping inside. Even though she had already been here within the month, and even though she had gazed upon La Libram Excellence before, it's beauty and grandiose always humbled her. As she approached the doorway, she eyed the marble in awe, before touching her hand to the oak that was the entrance. After a flicker or two of daydreaming, the young one slipped inside.
It was to her left that she spotted the librarian, and older male situated behind it. He likely knew much about the tomes contained on the upper level, and Taevia had something specific in mind. She strode over to him casually, waiting patiently until he looked up at her to inquire.
"Excuse me, sir, but do you know where I might find a section of books on Magick?"
It was a blunt question, to be sure, but the female didn't figure she'd be getting anywhere by dancing around the subject. She took but a moment while he registered the question to glance around, noting the closed doors for reading - a place she had been just days before. Her achadhiel nose did well to sniff out the age of the place, and Taevia knew it was more probable than not that she'd leave with at least some answers... and perhaps even more questions.