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"Here's the place," Garrod said, standing before a nondescript stone wall in the middle market district.
Clean grey stonework, almost white, still straight and tall even if the smell of some day old piss wafted through the air. "Now," he trailed off as he rant his fingerpads along the surface of the masonry. One brick stuck out, ever so, "There it is," he chimed. It was down by his waist, and he pressed the raised brick down. It slid in. He felt a click, though maybe Elinyra had heard it. The stone face of the brick slid down, and revealed a runic circle etched there in the stonework that had taken its place. "Secret entrance," he said with a hint of pride there in the rumble of his voice.
The spell-blade reached out and placed his middle and forefingers there upon its lines. He closed his eye and let out an even breath. His fingers against the stone, he traced the lines, an a bright reddish-orange seemed to crackle and pop with fires light in the trail of his touch.
The circle, alit by the exchange, pulsed once, long and full, and the brick face slid shut once more. Another click saw its mundane disguise pop back into its just-so-slightly dislodged place. A section of the wall scraped open and came to an abrupt stop. It was narrower than Garrod's frame even out of his armor.
He turned back to Elinyra, and smirked. "Gotta feed the rune some magick to get in," he flashed his teeth, and stepped through the open frame. The door slid shut behind him.
Just another grey wall on the outside.
Inside, it was warmly lit, an open room with tall stacked bookshelves all along the walls in tiers, with ladders, going up some floors above. There were no windows, but magick lamps a plenty, their light sterile, but tinged with soft orange and in some corners, a cool blue in others. People lounged across divans, sat up at sturdy old desks, and calmly walked about. A young man moved about the room with tray in hand, and small cups placed gingerly atop. A tall copper contraption set there centermost as he stopped by readers and scribblers and offered them some of the fragrant concoction. Its rich smell filled the room with the toasted smell of dried berries and spiced nuts.
Garrod took in a deep breath, and smiled as he stepped in to Kin'Kenny's Trove.
Elinyra
Clean grey stonework, almost white, still straight and tall even if the smell of some day old piss wafted through the air. "Now," he trailed off as he rant his fingerpads along the surface of the masonry. One brick stuck out, ever so, "There it is," he chimed. It was down by his waist, and he pressed the raised brick down. It slid in. He felt a click, though maybe Elinyra had heard it. The stone face of the brick slid down, and revealed a runic circle etched there in the stonework that had taken its place. "Secret entrance," he said with a hint of pride there in the rumble of his voice.
The spell-blade reached out and placed his middle and forefingers there upon its lines. He closed his eye and let out an even breath. His fingers against the stone, he traced the lines, an a bright reddish-orange seemed to crackle and pop with fires light in the trail of his touch.
The circle, alit by the exchange, pulsed once, long and full, and the brick face slid shut once more. Another click saw its mundane disguise pop back into its just-so-slightly dislodged place. A section of the wall scraped open and came to an abrupt stop. It was narrower than Garrod's frame even out of his armor.
He turned back to Elinyra, and smirked. "Gotta feed the rune some magick to get in," he flashed his teeth, and stepped through the open frame. The door slid shut behind him.
Just another grey wall on the outside.
Inside, it was warmly lit, an open room with tall stacked bookshelves all along the walls in tiers, with ladders, going up some floors above. There were no windows, but magick lamps a plenty, their light sterile, but tinged with soft orange and in some corners, a cool blue in others. People lounged across divans, sat up at sturdy old desks, and calmly walked about. A young man moved about the room with tray in hand, and small cups placed gingerly atop. A tall copper contraption set there centermost as he stopped by readers and scribblers and offered them some of the fragrant concoction. Its rich smell filled the room with the toasted smell of dried berries and spiced nuts.
Garrod took in a deep breath, and smiled as he stepped in to Kin'Kenny's Trove.
Elinyra
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