Final words...


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'Give up our weapons? Not that I think we need them, if push comes to shove we've got your power to fall back on, but can you really trust the changeling with them?'

'Yes we can Brye, now quiten down and let me keep my mind clear.'

Ambra hands her spear and crossbow to Bhalag and gives him a quick smile by way of goodbye before hurrying to join Zook. Whatever the code meant, inside the library was the only place they stood a chance of finding out.
 

At the Library

The line is long, but the guards are professional and keep it moving. They hand out checks for weapons and stack them in pigeonholes.

One of the halflings from the noodle cart comes forward and sings a long song about how wonderful noodles are, how wonderful it is to talk with people over a bowl of savory noodles, how the fish in the noodles makes your ears and eyes keen to notice all sorts of important facts, how noodles lengthen gnomish noses and make dwarven beards fine.

The first six stanzas are pretty good, but there's only so much that can be said about noodles.

Zook and Ambra move through the line and hear some good news: spell component pouches are being allowed in.

The guards look you over politely, take 10 on a Search check, and let you in.
(Zook needs to make a DC 15 Spot check to read this:
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There are at least half a dozen khukri in various pigeonholes behind the guards. As near as you can tell, they look exactly like the one your prisoner waved in your face before you punched him out.
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Inside the lobby is a low hum of scholars buying foolscap paper and pencils because they left their notebooks in their bags.

The doors to the library proper are ahead of you. Behind them are the circulation desk and farther back, the reference desk.
 


OOC: Rethlin and Kae should go to the Library next so the rest of the party can assemble before we go to the forge. It smells like trouble.
 


"May as well start with the catalogue." Ambra whispers to Zook as they make it into the main building. She heads over to the referance desk; if there's an attendant there she asks for the location of 'VI 459 L4', if not she begins the lengthy process of sorting through the catalogue to see if there's a book or artifact with that number.
 

Spot check: 1d20+1=16

Zook whispers to Ambra, " I saw blades identical to the one the mook was wearing. make sure to keep an eye out."

Zook looks around at the massiveness of the library and breathes a sigh of relief"It's good to be home. L4 seems to suggest what we are seeking is on the 4th floor so I suggest we begin there and look under V in the catalogue up there." Zook keeps his hand near his spell pouch, ready to use it a moment's notice.
 


Zook and Ambra climb up to the fourth floor to find many bookshelves, a few potted plants, two football players, and no catalog.

The football players don't look like they're having a good day either. They have huge stacks of books in front of them which they are reading intently.
A third football player comes back from the stacks carrying a stack of books only a football player could carry and only a Zook could read. He sits down and begins reading too.
He looks like the perfect sort of scholar-athlete dear Mourgrave U strives for.
Pity his lips are moving.

A woman in a veil passes between bookshelves back in the stacks.
Two students are team-drafting a paper.
Somebody's asleep in a study carrel, snoring softly around an atlas.
 

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