The Library

The large door to the library is deceptivly easy to open. A large window lets in the bright sunlight, illuminating dust motes as they float through the air, looking for places to settle themselves. At the desk a figure is hunched over a piece of parchment, scribbling frantically. You clear your throat politely, hoping to get the writer's attention.

"Yes, yes, I know you're there," he says, not unkindly. "I was waiting for you to say something. Now, before you go any farther you're going to read this." Grinning, Silk hands you the scrap of paper.

"Happy birthday to you,
Though you've lost a screw or two,
Only perhaps Belteel could outdo,
The KAites adoration of you!"

"It's for KA's birthday," he explains. "Well, what did you think?" Unsure of how to tell him diplomatically that you're not sure that KA will like it, you try to change the subject.

"You don't like it, do you?" He asks, still grinning. "No matter...KA did...Now I guess I should explain this to you. This library is home to things written by Rak Zemlya's people, about Rak Zemlya's people. Anyhow, could I ask you something?"

You nod nervously, hoping you aren't putting yourself in a bad position.

"Good. Do you have any ideas for a birthday song for Lady Rose?"

The Hallways...

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