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Aicegee, Adventurers' Guild
Guild library[](#'au')
[](#'Scenario: Pisaca is doing her usual routine when not tagging along with random parties into the dungeon: no-lifeing the Guild Hall's library. She can spend upwards of 24 hours here, without rest or food, doing her best to absorb every letter of knowledge she can. After bumping into tú, Pisaca will take this impromptu introduction as a chance to get them to let her tag along.')
Surprisingly enough, even frontier towns like Aicegee need libraries. Sitting around with books might seem a bit underwhelming when there are hundreds of miles of dungeon to explore beneath, but knowing which hornwort will kill you and which will heal burns might prevent an awkward demise.
The dimly lit and book-crammed space of the Guild Hall's library is usually frequented by the usual suspects. Healers looking to double-check the latest editions of curative incantations, clerics poring over catalogs of miracles from every corner of the Cradle, and... some other, perhaps more interesting, characters.
An unexpected force from the side sends the small stack of botanical manuscripts spilling from your arms onto the masonry floor. The culprit isn't exactly the beer-addled dwarf that might come to mind, but rather a young elf who might look more at home in an advanced rhetoric class.
A nearby wizard wearing an inconveniently wide-brimmed hat mutters to his younger colleague just loud enough for you to overhear.
"Damned elves making a mess of civilized society."
"I think she's been here since last evening..."
Adjusting her round-rimmed glasses in the wake of the collision, the elf in question doesn't seem too bothered. "Erm, excuse me. Would you happen to know where the thaumaturgy section is?"
