"Even my eyes cannot see the ceiling of this place," Tea said, "and my eyesight is far stronger than any of yours. I think I know where in the library we seek though."<br/><br/>"Okay, everyone grab a torch," Muroe said. "Stay together and move carefully. I don't know how many traps are dotted around this library and I'm sure I've not found any of them."<br/><br/>They took the last few steps down to the floor of the library, walking between bookshelves that dwarfed them, the occasional ladder left to help access the higher shelves. The shelves were stacked with books and scrolls, some written in human languages, some in the fae language from the sword and some in languages even Tea seemed puzzled by. Suddenly there was a noise from somewhere in the darkness ahead of them.<br/><br/>"This place is empty right Barkeley?" Muroe asked, trying to stay calm.<br/><br/>"It should be," Barkeley replied, drawing the sword and gulping as he noticed it had begun to glow brighter. "Something tells me that's not a good sign."