The weather is cold, freezing rain creates ice as it falls, an aged scholar and their young apprentice invite in the traveling Wraithvine, Amatu, Vee, Pondermoore and Rawr to come into their abode for the night. They offer hospitality, warm beds, food, and the scholar's large library to read through while waiting out the ice storm. -- Anon Guest
The library of Vaseen had seen better days. Wraithvine remembered it as an immense fortress of knowledge, the larger part of it was hand-carved out of rock salt. Elves of an eon past had shaped granite to form an impressive facade and entry. But even the things Elves make do not last forever.
Amatu had his impressive wingspan over Vee, Rawr, and the freshly-minted Periwinkle as well as Wraithvine. Pondermoore, too large for the shelter of Amatu's wings, suffered the sleet without complaint.
They did complain about the state of the library of Vaseen. "There's no roof," said Pondermoore. "You said it was shelter for scholars from all over."
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