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?”

Ye Olde Bookshoppe

Ye Olde Bookshoppe

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