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The orb we looted from the statue-esque guardian of the guy turned out to be a sort of magical-ish library card that gained us entrance through the back door. We entered cautiously.

The place was quiet, lit, and appeared to almost be a holy place dedicated to Deneir god of writing and Ogmha god of knowledge. We got shushed a lot as we browsed around, looking at things. Three stories, no basement. The reception desk had more of the orb library cards, so we gathered them up.

We opened all the doors and peeked in the rooms on the first floor. The druid was going a little batty, kept taling about flying books and weird whispers. We mostly ignored him. He was talking to a spider, so I was not entirely sure he was still sane (if he had ever been).

When we were starting to consider heading upstairs, something happened.

A creature formed of books, and started attacking us. I guess we must've agitated some kind of guardian magic suffusing the library, and due to the deterioration over the years, it must've gone haywire.

The large paper-cut creature attacked us. I stayed really far away and pinged it with fire. It was resistant to mundane attacks, so this worked fine for me.

The druid was forward to provide heals and revives as necessary, but the melee basically took care of him after all taking a major beating.

Once we licked our wounds, we headed to explore the upper floors. On the top, there sat the headmaster's office. We activated Ohlo's Observation Orb so he could watch.

The office had been re-purposed into kind of an apartment for Mendor. Mendor. His skeleton lay on the floor in the middle of the floor, at the center of a huge, fire-related blast radius. As his last dying act, he wrote on the floor, “Speak not his name.”

Most everything in here was scorched beyond recovering, but we did manage to recover a bag of items from behind a bookshelf that had sheltered it in the inferno.

It contained a number of book-marked books, an alchemy jugg, a lore stone, and 3 jars of ointment. The books were marked at pages talking of the Pool of Radiance and/or Tyranthraxus.

We decided to keep these books for ourselves, and instead went to compile a bunch of books from the library that we'd take back to the council for the “books on the fall of Phlan” proclamation. We still didn't fully trust the council after the intel we'd discovered at sokol keep. Caution seemed wise.

We returned, turned everything in, conferred with Ohlo on our latest adventure, and prepared to take on the Catacombs of Phlan proclamation.