<em>The tiefling nods, grinning, and looking back at the now perpetually crimson aasimar as he quietly follows after the two, his eyes wide, almost as if he doesn't quite believe this to be happening. A moment later, the tiefling steps to the side, opening a door. Beyond is a huge room, it seems, exclusively dedicated to the various outsider races, tomes upon tomes about the rilamni, the eladrin, the baatezu, the tanari... But, of course, more conviently, there are a goodly number of comfortable couches and chairs on which readers can recline, and even a couple moderate sized tables, with one rather large on in the center.<br/><br/>"Do you think, Miss Ildicia, that this might serve your purposes?"</em>