[h2][center][color=662d91]Tobias Rivenridge[/color][/center][/h2]

	It was not the first time in Tobias's life that he found himself vexed by Melvil Dewey and his very existence. This system of organizing library books was downright silly with its numbers. Really, if you needed a codebook to decipher and cross reference anything that wasn't an actual secret code, it should have been taken as a sign that it was too complex. [color=662d91]"Architecture, 720 point whatever, right over there, THANK YOU!"[/color]
	He was shortly upon the books that hopefully held what he was looking for. He had found a copy of some records that indicated the school had been founded in the 1800s, but he somehow doubted that was correct. As a means to double check, as well as tie in to his personal clue, he'd gone searching for a book on 1800s architecture. It took some time, but he did find one, pulled it from the shelf, and started flipping through it. Confirming his suspicions took barely half the book; the themes and example schematics discussed were so wildly different from almost all of structures of the Academy that he wondered how anybody could be convinced those records were accurate. Some of them fit the ideas, but the rest of it...
	[color=662d91][i]It could well be that they were coerced by someone,[/i][/color] he mused, [color=662d91][i]or perhaps someTHING.[/i][/color]
	There was, however, a footnote that caught his eye as he passed. A small thing in a passing passage comparing some of the larger buildings of the time to even older structures, but it referenced another textbook by the same publisher and author on medieval and Renaissance architecture. A quick scan down the shelf revealed that the book was present, and opening it revealed a slew of styles that befit more of the school's buildings... but still not all. [color=662d91][i]Come to think of it,[/i][/color] he thought to himself, [color=662d91][i]Some of the dorms also remind me of London townhouses, but those were all built in the 20s![/i][/color]
	Tobias spent the next half hour pouring over every era he could find a book for. And every single one of them had a design or idea described that could be attributed to one building or another of the campus, even the ones that went so far back as the construction of Versailles! And yet, for all that was explainable, there still remained a handful that he couldn't place, like they were built before Architecture was a thing to be studied. It was as if, rather than just being older than advertised, the school was one giant anachronism where every time period that passed dropped something off. How old, then, did that make the buildings he couldn't place? He sat there between the shelves, surrounded by books, pondering that as the time continued to pass.