~The room you enter is a study in the theory of organized chaos. There are other doors leading out of the room, each marked with a name in bold letters. The room itself is rows of bookcases and pigeon holes stuffed with parchments, some clean, others scribbled on, the hand of the writing rarely the same from page to page. A balding man, with a smudge of dark ink on one cheek, stumbles into the room carrying a stack of books and neatly ordering them. He frowns at you a little. "Can't read anything in here, nope, nope...all unfinished you see, and what is finished still needs ordering, stamping, filing...endless work. I'm afraid you'll have to move on to one of the other rooms and look for...well, whatever it is you're seeking." He turns his back on you, leaving you to the doorways as he mutters through his work.~
The Cabildo
Streets of the Night
The Poet's Den
The Paths of the Wanderlost
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