You exit the stairway and look around you. You've found the library! Books extened away from you in neat rows going all directions. Suddenly a fussy-looking old man hobbles up to you. He is bald on top, with wirey grey hair poking out at all angles from the sides. He carries a few books.
"Heh," says the old man, waving a book in front of your nose. "This is the library. You're welcome to look at any book you please, but they're not for checking out. Leave'em here, understand? Other people wants to look at them too."
The old man hobbles off. You can hear Raidly stiffling a laugh behind you.
You can go north, south, east, or west.
Or, you can go back up the stairs.
You are traveler number to come here.
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