12-17-2007, 12:06 PM
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| A library? Tamerlane had been into as many of those he could find, clawing through crispy yellow books, sitting in a corner bent over huge sprawling charts; committing them to memory. It was probably not the type of image one would have of a creature as evidently active and physical as Tamerlane, but it didn't need to be an image for it to be true. So he looked at his companion with interest when she mentioned a library, but was distracted when a large door loomed in front of them. He assumed there was some sort of huge, bolted gate that had been broken down and was by now non-existent; a gate into the prison grounds themselves that they had missed, because this door didn't exactly look well protected. Tamerlane stood forward and tried the door. It was caught. He pressed his muscular arm against the wood and pushed gently; the hinges buckled easily and the door swung open. It is now, he replied, exhibiting the dusky interior of the hall within. Where's this library you speak of? he asked, jumping back a subject. |