Niala smiles widely. "Yes, yes! The fool didn't know what treasures were being sold to feed an addiction. And something like this, well it was more than enough to bring me out of ... retirement." Past the gate was a short hallway, still lit by glowing stones stuck in the wall. A large door stands at the end, slightly ajar, a breeze visible as dust is blown out by a cool wind.<br/><br/>"And here's the payoff, it seems." The door opens easily, and inside is a rather sumptuous bedroom, or perhaps just a very intimate personal study. The books are very well preserved, and countless dozens line the walls. A few are still open on the canopied bed.