"Most people traveled light," Julius says, gesturing toward the stairs they can take up to their destination. "I took a book or two, but I." A brief pause. "I wasn't going to war, at the time, so my priorities were probably a bit different. Granted, I can't predict how much looting has been done in the years sense."
Though anyone braving the empty Circle tower was more likely looking for enchanted items than academic volumes, given how remote they were. There were easier places to loot books.
Julius finds himself lightly surprised at how instantly he can lead them anywhere in the tower. It's been a long time, after all, but still not as long as he spent here in the first place. He could probably walk it blindfolded. That not being necessary, he leads them through the curved corridor to the library, the large arch as doorless as most other spaces in the tower. It's only a little smaller than the Gallows library, in truth, but it has a sad and lonely look to it. There are gaps in the bookshelves where fleeing mages took a volume or two, and a layer of dust muffling everything. The library occupies a high enough floor that the windows are wider than the slits on the lower levels, but they're still set well above the floor, giving the entire place a shadowy look even at midday with none of the candles lit.
"I spent a great deal of time in here," Julius says, as they come in. He realizes his voice is low, whether from habit or a sense of foreboding. There's no one here to disturb, presumably. And yet.
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Though anyone braving the empty Circle tower was more likely looking for enchanted items than academic volumes, given how remote they were. There were easier places to loot books.
Julius finds himself lightly surprised at how instantly he can lead them anywhere in the tower. It's been a long time, after all, but still not as long as he spent here in the first place. He could probably walk it blindfolded. That not being necessary, he leads them through the curved corridor to the library, the large arch as doorless as most other spaces in the tower. It's only a little smaller than the Gallows library, in truth, but it has a sad and lonely look to it. There are gaps in the bookshelves where fleeing mages took a volume or two, and a layer of dust muffling everything. The library occupies a high enough floor that the windows are wider than the slits on the lower levels, but they're still set well above the floor, giving the entire place a shadowy look even at midday with none of the candles lit.
"I spent a great deal of time in here," Julius says, as they come in. He realizes his voice is low, whether from habit or a sense of foreboding. There's no one here to disturb, presumably. And yet.