"Yes, worship me." Maurice says smugly.
The door led into another staircase, this one much older and much better made than the one it came away from. It led down fifteen steps into a large tomb. The hollow walls filled with ancient scrolls and codices.
Sending the will-o-wisps into the recesses normally made for candles and torches, Steeple takes in the room - and it becomes clear that he'd found the library. However, even Steeple's most gentle touch causes the texts he touches to crumble to dust.
“Bah, we dig for so long, and all we find some papyri so brittle as to be useless?” Prince maurice exclaims.
And that was the truth. Each scroll he finds is nothing but rods and dust. The few codices present were dry-rotted and faded enough to be illegible.
Examining the area, Steeple notes the following - the room was secure, and the cunning door easy to open from within. The room was dry even in this weather and obviously sun proof and would make a wonderful haven while they worked. It was just a shame that...
“That’s curious.” - Maurice, upon noting the following:
All along the library the walls were made from the same mud bricks. Over and over again, they were obviously cut from the same mold. So why was it that along the back wall on the bottom most shelf, were the bricks so much thinner? Where only six or seven bricks were used on the rest of that wall, the bottom row required twenty-five thinly cut bricks?