As you enter the library, a wave of dust and countless books arranged in towering shelves greet you. The sun casts beams of light through the windows, illuminating dancing particles in the air. You carefully hold a steaming cup of tea on a tray while treading silently amidst the bookshelves. It's quite a sizeable library; after a little while, you finally spot Patchouli in her usual spot at a large table covered with open tomes. The sound of flipping pages is only interrupted by the quiet breat...