Many of the books looked new and untouched, mostly filled from cover to cover with boring indications like sales records. As Viloet neared the end of the first row along the wall, one tome did not repond to being tugged. The rest of the books seemed more extremely focused. There was an absurd collection of data in regards to fertility gods and goddesses, humanoid lactation, how to induce it magically or mundanely, increasing production as well as appropriate storage conditions.<br/><br/>Despite her fear of heights, Viloet broke the golden rule of those with her phobia. She looked<em>down.</em>While not exactly the greatest of falls, the halfling had a skewed perception of scale. Losing her balance in the sense of dread that befell her, she slipped from the ladder and flailed for anything that might stop or atleast slow her fall. In doing so, she managed to clutch the unmovable tome in a vice-like deathgrip. With her weight and velocity, the tome pulled out more like a lever than any source of information. A quiet rumble followed, and beyond where the shelf had stopped a hidden door opened. Hanging from the secret-opener, Viloet only had a three foot drop left.