PalusHiemalis' Lair

Finally, you escape to the library. Here, everything is silent and dimly lit. Archivists, scholars and librarians pad silently across the floor before you realise the stone beneath you has been engrained with silencing spells. An ink maker leaves splotches across her desk as she works, another twists his body from over the top of her chair to admire her work. A tundra shakes out her mane of fizzling magical sparks as she emerges from behind a wooden door, beaming at you from behind her glasses.