Hidden almost in the shadows of the Bardic College of the Patrician's Ring of the Citadel is a humble two-story residence with a simple shop-front on the first floor. A rooftop porch of some sort can be seen from the street.
The border of the shop window is decorated with the letters of the alphabet mixed in with numbers and mathematical symbols. All are painted blue-on-white. A sign over the door declares: "The Repository: Books and Lessons, The Citadel's Finest Scribes".
Within, the front parlor is spacious and welcoming. There are chairs and a table or two set up for patrons or students to sit and read. A magnificent antique kemn board adorns on of the tables. It is currently in use by two people: a blond haired adhiel woman, wearing a dress of velvet the color of burnt gold, and a tall silver-haired human man dressed in a fancy dark blue doublet with silver embroidery at the sleeves and neck. A long wooden counter top bar the way to further exploration of the shop. There are several books lying open on the counter. Behind it is a slate board listing schedules for "tutorials" and "lectures" on several subjects.
The present circumstances ought to have plunged our hapless hero into the depths of despair; homeless and jobless, and torn from the one career which brought him pleasure, Gabriel had little direction and less enthusiasm for the bright and brittle world outside of his father's funeral parlour. He was not accustomed to the throngs of people nor the bustling life of the city; and shortly found his aimless wandering of the streets brought on a mild headache (possibly from the stress of it all, for Gabe was entirely out of his element). At this point he had considered it wise to withdraw to a place of sanctuary; and to him, this meant anywhere with plenty of books.
The Repository was one of the more obscure bolt holes in the Citadel, but being a man very much enamoured of books, Gabriel had long ago discovered its various pleasures and the shop held a special place in his heart. It was the ideal antidote to the oncoming tides of despair that threatened him; and while it would not offer direction, it would at least put off the inevitable pleasantly enough.
Pausing in the doorway, Gabe laced his long fingers together - an unconscious display of slight social anxiety - and then endeavoured to lose himself among the bookshelves as quickly as possible.