Though she waited, the doors never opened.<br/><br/>Okay, so maybe the thief of Moldavoron neglected to miss the marble steps leading up to the Lost Library that he'd heard so much much about, but he was nowhere near foolish enough to throw open the doors to this or any other particular repository that he might suspect holds the key to unlocking major curses.. Or even worse, may hold some further major curses.<br/><br/>Years he'd spent bullshitting with fellow travelers along the road, gathering the information necessary to once again touch another. This was the first lead that he felt was right deep in his gut, of the many he'd picked up along the way. Though this was by no means his only escapade, he thought about what it might mean if this time it truly was the Lost Library!<br/><br/>He knew that it was probably just going to be another disappointing stop on the idealistic road map leading towards his hopeful redemption, but one looking for true exaltation doesn't stop to overthink such things. You do, you try, you fail, you repeat or you die. And when all you can do is die by the blade, you'll make certain concessions. What is nothing when you have nothing?<br/><br/>The thief of Moldavoron was another ruse, anyway. All good ruses are means to some end, aren't they? In this particular case, the end goal was to use this reputation to locate the Lost Library and find the single tome that might once again allow Jaonvera Un'bane to touch another living soul.<br/><br/>Jaonvera wasn't stupid. He saw the door, easily thrown open to reveal himself to some thing or another that might end his existence forthright. So, of course, he sneaked around. He sidled the the edges of the library until he found a space that he could slip quickly through. He did just this and then slipped as quickly as he could between the book cases, searching for the Notam'chk manuscript. He was running through the motions once again.<br/><br/>It was dark and cool inside the structure. It held the smells that only a library could and only a bibliophile could appreciate. There was nearly no light, no windows.. Only a little bit of a glow that Jaon could conjure up to keep searching, while he huffed the smell of book after book, like some strange sort of olfactory obsessed fiend.<br/><br/>He stopped for a moment to grab his staff with one hand, and slipped his other hand back through the thick dark brown hair that covered his scalp and draped his neck. He slipped his hood forward for even further coverage and continued to slink around the library.<br/><br/>He turned this corner, though, and stopped dead. Overzealousness had taken over again. Straight ahead there was a shiny uniform patchwork of scales that reached both up and towards him, building into what one could only describe as a very large silver dragon; described any other way would have simply been inaccurate.<br/><br/>Motionless he watched, as it ... she? watched the doors.<br/><br/>He knew that he had to act decisively to end this, so he leaned forward and said, "Hey, I don't mean to alarm you, but you smell nice." Jaon then asked, "Anyway, what are you looking at?", as he glanced down from the silver dragon and then squinted his eyes and stared towards the two enormous and ornate wooden doors.