*A faint click can be heard in the distance and the sound of a heavy wooden door creaking annoyed as a response. A tall Rydian woman walks in carrying a lantern. She coughs for a moment as the thick stale and dusty air assaults her nose. She peers up at a neglected bookcase and runs her finger over several of the books, left over time to do what time does: decay. She widely smiles, picks up a thick leatherbound book and dusts it off, wiping several years of grime away.*
Why hello, old friend. I wondered what I had done with you.
*Looks distant for a moment and smiles as she carries the book off into her study.*