There's a library-- not as big as Ladylake's, but with some very ancient books. Or so I've been told.

[Sorey's blush is cute though the precise color is lost on Dezel. He can still feel it on the wind, the shy curl of Sorey's lips. Dezel brushes his nose invisibly with his breezy touch, gentle and a little playful.]

Then we'll take our time. While you're at the library, I can get the inn room squared away. How's that sound?