Cassandra would find her entrance easy and unguarded, if one were to exclude the protesting groan from the great oak doors. Eventually, with a great squeak and whine from the rusted hinges, they finally allowed Cassandra entry.<br/><br/>Moonlight spilled into the huge entry chamber of the Archive, but it would not be by moonlight that Cassandra would have to navigate. While dust sheeted the cobblestone and cobwebs covered most surfaces and furniture, torches were lit along the length of the walls, along with a great chandelier that was dusted and recently polished. Odd for such things to be apparent in a place untouched for decades, as word would tell.<br/><br/>Here in this chamber lay only further entrance into the catacombs and chambers that held the real treasures of this relic of time. A great spiraling staircase led to the topmost library, held in a great domed observatory where texts of the stars, beings of the night and of the light, and possibly what lay beyond the endless skies was sheltered. Another flight of stairs led to a sitting area where everything from historical accounts to novels lay in wait to be rediscovered. To the left of the entrance lay the place of all faiths, religious texts and scrolls, sacred artifacts long forgotten. To the right, great books and items of magical wisdom lay, seeming as deep and endless in their capabilities as any ocean.<br/><br/>By the disturbance on the ground, footsteps that break the layer of dust and dirt, someone had been moving about here recently, traveling up the spiral staircase. Additionally, another pair of feet had moved towards a door that led to the basement, where many a mysterious text lay hidden away. It was rumored that banned or forbidden objects were there, never meant to come in contact with commoners.