'No questions asked. Well, except one,' Terrance thought to himself. And really, who wouldn't need directions in a new home? Ofcourse Terry didn't seem like the ruthless business type, though considering what he did perhaps it was necessary at one time. Paying fifteen gold a day to shapely or talented women to parade around his home in little more than an apron and perform 'other' tasks was a small price. Considering magic could be used to prevent or abstain from disease all together enticed the notion further. Even under such favorable conditions, one still would wonder where all that generosity comes from? "Second level, last door on the right."<br/><br/>Stairs. The bane of anything under four foot six. Thankfully these were designed for humans and not giants. Still, Viloet was on the tall side for halflings. They'd be an inconvenience at best, so long as she were not pre-occupied with an off-balance load.  The way to the library was paved with a dark red velvet and lined with shapely columns supporting busts of, well, busts.<br/><br/>Beyond the door it was apparent as to why Terrance considered it a day's work for the halfling. The bookshelves soared nine feet into the air and seemed to march on for half a small city block. Three rows, each with a track lining them and wheeled ladders attatched to said tracks.