Ye Olde Bookshoppe
As you enter, Azbot shuffles accross the floor dropping sheaths of paper as he walks to a table. He mumbles to himself, ”...no, it has to be here somewhere…”.
Scrolls stacked along the shelves threaten to fall in a landslide at any moment, and piles of books ten feet high sway gently.
Azbot looks up from his reading and sighs. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. How may I help you, friend?”