68th, Fall 511
What do you get when you don't know what you're looking for? Books. Alea had left her home looking for adventure, and all she'd found was more questions that she could count. Rather than answering her questions, like any sensible person, the people of Avanthal directed to a place called a "library," which had no translation into Denvali. As far as she could tell, it meant "the place with the most books." Alea had never understood the appeal of books. Why read for ages about dusty old history when you could just find someone to TELL you what you want to know?
She opened the door timidly and stepped quietly into the library, making as little noise as possible. She carefully closed the door behind her, not willing to disturb the silence of the atmosphere. She stepped into the center of the room and looked around. The only person...or person-shaped thing she could see was someone completely covered in black, who appeared to be napping. She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out, so she gave up and walked to the nearest shelf and tried to look like she knew what she was doing.