The first was locked, the second as well but the last door at the end of the hall was not. Stepping in Pierce could see a small room with large pillows with smaller ones atop them around a small table with a water pipe and the walls were all covered with books, expensively bound and ancient books. The place looked like some small but well stocked private or exclusive library<br/><br/>Book she had only herd about in legend, or others taught to had bin forever lost lined the wall together with titles that gave the distinct impression of having bin written in other worlds all together or on subjects that made no sense.<br/><br/>Then suddenly the door behind her, the only door to the room swung open and slammed shut again, the woman standing their wore the robes of a priestess black with the high boots and blood red lips and red fingernails but the most astounding thing was the angelic golden eyes and the soft angelic wings that almost framed her form. They were not as bulky or massive as some illustrations would have one believe, her skin was a pale silver as she spoke her voice was an oddly sweat tone “I believe you might be in trouble” she continued raising an eyebrow “You are a thief” it was not accusation or a question it was a simple statement<br/>