"Yeah, it's a pretty old place. Around 450 years old, I think? That's what the old guild master said...well before he...you know what, nevermind." Lilith mumbled at the end of her sentence, landing her broom and leaning it against the wall. She then picked up Elras and squinted at his garbled writing.

"Elas?" she scratched her head. "Well, I have to go file this, but the two of you are welcome to come in. I'll make you some barley tea when I get back." With that, she disappeared into some room.