Archmage's Study

Hmmm, that’s weird. You’ve never seen that door before? Has it always been there? A pull on the handle…and it doesn’t budge. So, you pull a little harder, and the door creaks open. A large desk dominates the middle of the room and the walls are lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. It definitely feels like you’re intruding, but you can’t help but open on the large tomes on the desk. The old, yellowed pages release a musk of teakwood and patchouli while the leather cover lends a comforting note that reminds you of your mother’s old satchel that she always carries around. 

You, then, hear someone clear their throat behind you. You’re definitely in trouble.