Cyn'gus walks through the archway leading into the room housing several hundred volumes of old bound dusty, yet well kept, tomes. The hearth had already been lit, and a smoldering log laid crackling in the center, it's heat radiating throughout the drafty room, providing a pleasent aroma and an ambiance befitting a private library. He walks over to the nearest shelf, tilting his head and eyeing the title. He was suprised to see so many books written in his own tounge. '...where to start...' he thought to himself...
Reply
