The first peaceful day

[Nephrite]

"Goodness, this would be a good place to look for the research." Moore says.

Well, there's not much to be done except ask around and do some wandering to find this person!

[Anastasia]

"This is not what I expect for a library," A sniff of the air, Cresiel following you.

As you approach you get several looks, "New." A whisper from one, rippling amid them.

"You there." He comes forward from everyone, a bearded man in crimson red, a long flowing cloak of the same. His hair is pitch black and long, down to the floor. "You are new here?"

[Nephrite]

"In a sense." Moore replies. "I'm here in search of someone." His tone is neutral, though he has a sense he's about to be reprimanded.

[Anastasia]

Stroking his beard and leering at you two, "Halbarare the Red Crimson shall instruct you, all in exchange for your names and your purposes here!"

[Nephrite]

"My name is Moore, Duke of Songs and servant to Lord Erathaol of the Hebdomad." He says, offering a bow. "This is my comrade, Cresiel."

[Anastasia]

All of you get some looks until a particular person comes forth. An angel with white wings, wearing loose robes of spun silver. "Peace, Halbarare," he says, "You are bold to make demands of a solar, but also foolhardy."

Halbarare stiffens up at that, turning to him, "I will not be intimi-"

"Ahem," The celestial clears his throat, "Intimidation matters little when you are smote."

The mage glares at the angel, before turning on his heel and storming off.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods his head in greeting. "I apologize if we've taken a step into the realm of unsightly decorum or have erred in our manners. This is our first time here." Moore says.

If they did make a mistake, it's best to just own up to it!

[Anastasia]

"No, he's just a pompous fool," The angel says, "Strutting like a prideful peacock."

Cresiel nods slightly, "Then all this?"

"The stacks go deep. Supplies and rest serve many well here." Is the answer.

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles a little bit. "We are in search of Saluiel. Do you know where they may be, if they tend to reside in any one part of this?"

[Anastasia]

"He's been in the Deep Stacks for a long time, weeks," The angel says, "Also, I am Veiled Star, servant of Mystra. I suggest finding a guide."

[Nephrite]

"Are there any you would recommend?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

"If you want to spend money, Braxos Stormwell," Veiled Star replies simply, "If the solar is not sufficient himself."

"Prudence is a virtue, not a sing," Cresiel says, "Money is not a problem."

"Braxos sits there, eating," A point to a robed and hooded figure, face cast in shadows from it, eating from a bowl of stew.

[Nephrite]

"Thank you, Veiled Star." Moore says with a nod and bow, before he approaches Braxos!

Perhaps they could even trade knowledge instead of money? He shall just have to see!

[Anastasia]

Braxos doesn't even look up, but as you approach, "5,000 gold," he says, "The Deep Stacks are dimensional distortions where space gets strange and rogue enchantments run free. It's hardly safe."

[Nephrite]

"Do either of us look like those who haven't seen unsafe conditions before?" Moore questions him, not trying to sound hostile. "I have no problem paying you, but would you be interested in anything besides gold?"