As you enter, you hear a booming, but somhow feeble, voice. "Welcome friend, tread carefully, there are some cracks in the flooring and I wouldn't want you to slip and hurt yourself........"
"Touch nothing you don't intend to buy, and ensure you leave a parting gift. It doesn't need to be much, just something trivial and small......like your SOUL. Oh, and if you see a skinny elf type running around, kindly destroy him. I've had some trouble with intruders recently."
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Down a strangely cold, wide corridor, you see six rather narrow doorways, both with large red painted messages written on them.
As you move towards the doorways, you see an etchining in the dark, damp bricks of the Necromancer's windowless corridors. It reads:
"Dear friends, my name is Ceilleachan. I have managed to break into the seemingly impregnable citadel. Serves that dosile bar-steward of a Necromancer right. He wouldn't know what necromancy was if it came up behind him and kicked him up the ass. Anyway, I have managed to open the secret passageway into his library. Just pull this here candlestick (he's an unimaginative fool)..."
The wall spins around, as does the floor beneath you, and you find yourselfin a small room with door doors.
The door to the right is oaken and dark, with an ominously bleak plaque, in dire need of polish. You trace the following letters with you finger. The Great Library
