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"A library, huh. I haven't had the chance to visit one in two years," Antius, noted stroking his chin wistfully. Two years was hardly a long time in the grand scheme of things, but it had felt like decades in the colliseum. Absently, he reached to grip Lir's hand before nodding his assent to the plan.

"I will make sure that Dana does not leave nasty surprises in the books. We do not need to be kicked out of the city and we would most certainly deserve it if we damaged their collection," he noted before frowning thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, how are going to access the library? The Academy required at least two letters of recommendation or the visitor to be of a sufficiently high rank. I confess that I am ignorant of this city's customs, but we are strangers here. Surely they won't trust us to peruse their scollection without supervision and word will most likely get out. People as... Unique as ourselves do not go unnoticed and rumors flow though the streets of places such as this."

When they had finished the planning stage of their day, Antius eagerly made his way through the city. He loved the smell of spice and incense in the air, even mingled with sweat and dung as it was. He had always wanted to see the world and visit its places of knowledge. Now, it seemed, he was living his dream. He moved about the crowd confidently, as if he was one of importance and though his clothes were more ragged than they once were, they were still well-made and this, combined with his manner, convinced many people to give him space.

He smiled in delight at the onion-roofed building before them. It was easily among the biggest in the city. He eyed the murals in appreciation and awed at the stone white columns. He grinned as he approached its entrance.

"I only wish that Lir was here to see this. We spent much of the night talking about it," he noted before a pair of bored looking guards barred their entrance. He sighed long-sufferingly. Their first obstacle.

"We are scholars on a pilgrimage to this great place of learning," he stated, as though he was used to saying such a thing and a little bored with the routine, "Please, let us through."