You open an ornate wooden door, pushing it forward with as much strength as you can muster. It's heavy, but you just barely manage it as it gives way with a long creeeeeeeeeeeak.
The room within is dark and musty. You can barely see anything three feet in front of you, with only the orange lights from the empty street outside providing any illumination. You turn on your phone's flashlight, and are immediately greeted by a tall figure in a white cloak.
"Ah, greetings, dear hopeful peruser. What brings you here?" The figure asks. "I apologize for the state of the library, but ever since we began its renovations, it's always been… dilapidated, no matter what I do. I hope you forgive me." The figure's voice carries a strange weight to it. It feels powerful and ethereal, yet casual all the same. It unnerves you.
The figure straightens up. "My name is Ecronak, by the way. I am the custodian of this place, boasting many articles from all over the known planes. I mostly curate files and tomes from the Foundation and its equivalents, but if you're patient, you may be able to find something else that interests you."
The figure turns quickly. A lantern appears in his hand, conjured as if from thin air.
"Follow me."
