<div class="floatright">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/032/7/9/Golden_dragon_scales_by_AnnFrost_stock.jpg)</div><strong>Head tilted, the dragon listened</strong>, not making any comments at the Angel's words, hardly responding to anything until the word 'secrets' dropped.<br/>Xar's jaw tensed lightly, eyes narrowing while he inhaled deeply and seemed to suppress something. What he could not suppress was evidently crawling over the cheek at the side Azrael was walking ; a fine row of scales that contrasted sharply to the pale skin.<br/>Somehow the sheer word had triggered something in the Netherdrake, something he didn't word.<br/>As this only happend in a mere moment, it could have easily been missed by Azrael.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes, the library." Xar mumbled, coming back to himself again. "There are two floors. One for the general public and one more private. At least that is what I am told."<br/>At the end of the hall, the dragon chose a left, moving northwards for a few steps before stopping in front of a wooden door that did not seem all that impressive. "It's said that our Lady holds a wide collection of books, scroll and other media. As our Lady's precise age is unknown, I am most certain her full collection does not fit but one floor."<br/>Rapping the door with his knuckles, the dragon smiled somewhat at the angel.<br/>"The hall to the southeast leads to a flight of stairs.." he mumbled, sounding apologetic for being a poor guide, free hand gesturing back to where they came from.<br/>