After an extended absence, the library doors open. The faithful readers who have lined outside the wooden doors, down the slim path next to the sheer drop, start as the carved wooden doors creak. They seem to open on their own, no visible force behind this change. Mutters rise in the crowd, amazement from those who have never seen the bookshelves carved from stone, rising to the ceiling, filling the cavernous space with endless books. The once-regulars mumble, “It’s about time,” as they push passed.
Gielsing lays in his familiar spot by the door, an immense presence that blows smoke over the small crowd falling over themselves to get to the stacks. A few cower under his gaze as they scurry by. Once they pass the dragon, they’re met with a comforting sight. Frazzled hair, books under each arm, the eager Librarian directs people through the immense cavern to the books they’re looking for, apologizing for the long absence of the library.