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Yellow eyes looked up and down the dark, empty hallway outside the library in the College of Elbion. Moonlight trickled in through the patterned window panes, fading as clouds passed overhead. Getting this far hadn't been easy, especially since maps of the College seemed particularly difficult to come by, but a few drinks into one young lad out and about the city after classes and she'd found a few good tidbits of information. The broad campus had been easy enough to navigate - getting past the sentries and the magical wards around the walls was a bit of another matter. More patience and time than was initially considered had been required, but in the end, Faelyn had found her way in.
Faelyn stepped quietly towards the library door. Slowly, she inspected the lock. It was simple enough. The mages must be very confident in the abilities of their guards and wards to use such a simple mechanism to keep their precious books protected. She tested the door first - perhaps students were up late studying in the great hall? - but no, it did not give. She looked to the hinges - they appeared well oiled. Rubbing her gloved hands together, she set to work.
The lock was easy enough to pick. She opened the door minimally, peeking through the slit of the opening. An empty librarian's desk, covered in papers. Rows and rows of exceedingly tall, wooden shelves. The smell of old books.
No one was there.
Opening the door a little wider, Faelyn squeezed her small frame through. She peeked back into the hallway to ensure no one had seen her and closed the door very, very slowly behind her.
Archives, archives, archives. She peeked down each of the book-filled corridors. If I were a mage, where would I put my most precious books and foci?
The night was young, but the clock was ticking, and there were valuables to be found.
Faelyn stepped quietly towards the library door. Slowly, she inspected the lock. It was simple enough. The mages must be very confident in the abilities of their guards and wards to use such a simple mechanism to keep their precious books protected. She tested the door first - perhaps students were up late studying in the great hall? - but no, it did not give. She looked to the hinges - they appeared well oiled. Rubbing her gloved hands together, she set to work.
The lock was easy enough to pick. She opened the door minimally, peeking through the slit of the opening. An empty librarian's desk, covered in papers. Rows and rows of exceedingly tall, wooden shelves. The smell of old books.
No one was there.
Opening the door a little wider, Faelyn squeezed her small frame through. She peeked back into the hallway to ensure no one had seen her and closed the door very, very slowly behind her.
Archives, archives, archives. She peeked down each of the book-filled corridors. If I were a mage, where would I put my most precious books and foci?
The night was young, but the clock was ticking, and there were valuables to be found.