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The boys grumbled but they did eventually leave after admitting they had in fact not brought his shirt with them, that in fact it was actually beyond wearing anyway. But they left some directions for the shops before they left, as well as to Rose's study.
The library was a city in itself built underneath the city the White Ravens called home. It was a warren of twists and turns that opened suddenly into large circular rooms light by a weird unnatural light that felt like daylight but wasn't true daylight. It was peaceful down here and almost nearly entirely silent. What conversations did take place were in low murmurs between small groups or behind closed doors. There were plenty of people in purple robes that signified the life of a Scholar milling about if anybody needed anything.
Rose's study was on the third level down, for you entered the Library at its peak and like an iceberg had to bury downwards to the more important stuff. It was a large room made cozy by the fact she had tried to cram as much of the library into her room as possible. Books were stacked and piled haphazardly across the walls and on the floors when space forbade her to put anymore on the shelves. There was a large desk and a werelight hung from the cieling casting sunlight across the circular floor.
She was just finishing clearing it of papers when Cassian finally walked in.
"Cassian! Please, come in, find a chair," she glanced around and chewed her lip before taking the pile that was in her arms to some corner already piled high and setting it down there. "I hope managed to get some sleep last night or this morning, we have a lot to get through."
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Rose's study was in the library.
The library was a city in itself built underneath the city the White Ravens called home. It was a warren of twists and turns that opened suddenly into large circular rooms light by a weird unnatural light that felt like daylight but wasn't true daylight. It was peaceful down here and almost nearly entirely silent. What conversations did take place were in low murmurs between small groups or behind closed doors. There were plenty of people in purple robes that signified the life of a Scholar milling about if anybody needed anything.
Rose's study was on the third level down, for you entered the Library at its peak and like an iceberg had to bury downwards to the more important stuff. It was a large room made cozy by the fact she had tried to cram as much of the library into her room as possible. Books were stacked and piled haphazardly across the walls and on the floors when space forbade her to put anymore on the shelves. There was a large desk and a werelight hung from the cieling casting sunlight across the circular floor.
She was just finishing clearing it of papers when Cassian finally walked in.
"Cassian! Please, come in, find a chair," she glanced around and chewed her lip before taking the pile that was in her arms to some corner already piled high and setting it down there. "I hope managed to get some sleep last night or this morning, we have a lot to get through."