The two women nodded at his analysis. "Shall we get to work, then?"<br/><br/>The group made their way into the Library itself. A large, ornate desk lit by a magnificent lantern seemingly made of water stands in the center of this entrance hall. Statues of enigmatic sphinxes sit in each corner of the room, their gazes an impossible mixture of pleasure and defiance. Archways in three walls open into larger spaces, the chambers beyond drowning in books, ledgers, librams, scrolls, clay tablets, tomes, and other more obscure forms of record, held in countless shelves and cabinets. The smell of old books is almost overpowering. Behind the desk sits a pair of young-looking humans, in loose, flowing white robes; accepting donations and assisting visitors in negotiating the jumbled shelves of the Outer Stacks. One of them looks up as the group walks in, and acknowledges them, before turning back to the patron they were assisting.<br/><br/>Exits leads to small wings on the sides, and to a long hallway, behind the front desk, leading towards the main section of the Library.