Gaspar looks crushed and almost seems to melt into a heaving mess of tears.
Nasira looks nonplussed by his behavior and simply says, “He’ll get over it.”
Surprisingly the journey to the library does not take long. The library is enormous. The smell of old parchment and leather perfumes the air. She can see there are five different levels, each curling around the outside of the building. The ceiling is over one hundred feet above her and incredibly breathtaking murals of fantastical creatures adorn it. Chandelier like lights float about the room randomly. Smaller elegant lanterns seem to weave among the stacks following patrons on their journey to enlightenment. Despite the enormity of it, there is something about the place that makes one want to pick up a book and curl up in a corner with it. Most of the individuals she sees appear to be human in form, but there are others that appear demonic in nature. No one seems distressed by their presence. She can sense there are many spirits and ghosts wandering these halls, but she gets the impression they are more likely bibliophiles rather than restless spirits.
Nasira turns to her and asks her, “Do you want to see what can be found in the history section about the man first, or would you prefer to see if he has authored any published works of his own?”