'Well this is sort of the catacombs of the place. They've no idea who built it. Never really gave it enough thought.' Alistair spoke as the continued down the corridor until eventually they walked out into what could only be described as a vault. The walls and floor of the room were iron and cold but felt strong and secure. The room was twice the size of the library and seemed to resemble a museum for there were glass display cases dotted around the entire room. Inside of them were lots of different artifacts, all of different shapes and sizes. Naturally there were also a lot of books, but these didn't seem like the ones in the library, these were tattered leather bound books that seemed to radiate strange power.<br/>Sitting hunched over a desk wearing the same tattered clothes was the creature from the other night. It was immersed in a large book that at first glance looked tattered and moth eaten, but as they came forward they realised that it was infact a pop up book. The page he had it opened to looked like a battle scene, there were armoured plated knights battling each other in front of him whilst shouting out war cries.<br/>'G-good afternoon' The creature spoke as he turned his head towards them. This unfortunately didn't seem to be something that Alistair and the rest of his friends were used to, for when the creature turned his head it went all the way around.<br/>'We talked about this. You don't do that.' Alistair spoke uneasily.