The gnome collects the dues, examines the paper work and pushes forward two rectangles of leather embossed with the Delver's Guild logo.
"Sign here and here with this quill; it's special ink."
Their identity cards fully signed for, the library assistant smiles up at the two newly minted Delvers.
"Yes, yes, she sounds familiar," he whistles, his long white moustache, which completely conceals his mouth, fluttering in the breeze. "Do either of you speak Orcish? The first books that spring to mind are some histories penned by a Sorn-Ulth orc sage.
"Of course, maybe a history by someone who was actually an official resident of the empire back then would be better. Let me think a moment ..."