[@Uberblutwurst][i]Gosh, you can be so rude Mr Icathul.[/i] Jorde whimpered in his mind, hastily dropping his right hand as he was berated for lack of understanding about basic directional understanding. He winced as Icathul screamed the instruction to twist the handle, but he did so dutifully and - low and behold - the door was unlocked all along. 

Jorde hastily and clumsily slipped through into a darkened room of wall to wall bookshelves. The lighting in here was dim, and many bookshelves were restrained by massive great chains. Occasionally these mysterious bookshelves would growl and jump up and down, THUMP THUMP THUMP, but the enchanted restraints held strong. 

[b]A pedastal sat in the middle of the room, with a page pinned to it written in a magical language.[/b] Perhaps it would be useful to acquiring a book without exploding or killing oneself in the process.

[i]If interacting with the pedestal or bookshelves: please go [url=https://rolz.org/dr?room=Everyone%20is%20Jorde]here,[/url] state the tast and then roll. e.g. Mae: Skill - Eating [1d6][/i]