[center][h1][url=https://dicecloud.com/character/t7LmRFxjhnhTLufnP/Ada-Mavros][color=f26522]Ada [img]https://i.imgur.com/mTnqgBv.png[/img] Mavros[/color][/url][/h1][/center][hr]
Ada watched the disappointing result with pity. [color=f26522]"My apologies, but that is the nature of magical items of this power: unpredictable and dangerous. At least we are in the midst of a city where smiths can be found easily. I might suggest getting yourself outfitted before we head off. As for the rest of us, the library is this way..."[/color]

Ada placed the [i]Deck of Many Things[/i] back in her [i]Bag of Holding[/i] and led those who would follow towards the Hall of Mavros, a beautifully gilded building with statues of elves lining the halls. [color=f26522]"These are my ancestors, the Kings and Queens of Mavros that made us great until our downfall. In our pride, we thought ourselves impregnable, and did not suspect that we were being destroyed from within. Now, Mavros is under the control of Verrayne, a stark and constant reminder of our own hubris."[/color]

Through a great set of open doors, a long hall could be seen with crimson carpet running down the center. At the far end of the hall were a pair of thrones upon a dais, and Duke Vicente sat upon one of them idly. He waved to the group as they passed by the open door, but Ada led them to a side door. Beyond this door was a room nearly as grandiose as the Hall, but this one was filled from floor to ceiling with books, both new and ancient, all guarded by what appeared to be a very old half-elf with grayed hair and bent spectacles. He bowed to Ada as she entered, then looked at her compatriots with a questioning glance. "Eh, how might I be of service, milady?" he asked, evidently either out of the loop with the festivities, or too senile to recall being given such info.