The library rose from Stormpoint's main street, impressive in its design yet set far back enough from the square proper to assume an almost self-effacing air. The lines were classical, you noted; but somehow they seemed a bit...odd. Odd to your visiting eyes, that was; for it was the building's many tiny idiosyncrasies made it seem perfectly natural in a city such as Stormpoint. A study in contrasts.

The sheer simplicity of the tall, elegant columns gracing the front (Dorian, you believed) was softened by...something... you couldn't make it out until you stepped closer, mounting the arc of wide, shallow steps, but the supports were grown up with garlands of ivy--carved from the marble of the columns themselves. Marveling at the craftsmanship employed for not a cathedral or palace, but a simple library, you looked up, over the wide marble 'landing' before the door, and noticed also the windows, made not of expansive, crystalline-smooth glass, but pieced together of smaller bits of a thicker, more irregular glass. They appeared as mainly patchworks of diamonds, no one pane larger than your hand; but here and there you could see entwining curves and striking geometric near the edges--and dead center--of a few windows.

Pausing inside the library, just through the surprisingly plain double doors, you noted that the interior was quite a departure from the massive, clean-lined exterior, to be sure; for in here, floors of wide, use-polished boards ran between tall shelves lined with books. Wood floors? In a marble building? You raised your eyebrows slightly, but proceeded on. If kindred and fae and humans could coexist within the city, well, then stone exteriors and wood interiors could go together, no problem. The ceiling, you realized, was surprisingly high; and not a stair or footstep to be found. You wondered how one managed with the books up top, other than to grow a few extra feet, that is.

Between shelves and door was an open space, not so very large, but wide enough to accommodate a few chairs and a table for study. Placed discreetly at one side of this space was a wide, slightly low desk--a wide, slightly low, and also completely empty desk. You gifted it with a curious gaze. Where's the librarian? Or any of the librarian's equipment, for that matter?

Frustrated, you casted about for any sign of help, and soon decided that the young woman pouring over a pile of books through a set of skewed spectacles was your best option; and though she appeared startled when you interrupted to ask for assistance, she extended you her hand and gave you her name--Dr. Saro Wentworth. She took her time to explain the library's rather unorthodox system, and after her lecture you were easily able to locate books of literature and verse, drama, local history, art, as well as dictionaries and other reference books.

~by Saro's writer

Straight from Cambridge, Massachussetts and plunged into these realms of magic, Dr. Wentworth has found herself in a place that is beyond her dreams. In fact she often wonders if any of it is real or if she really is imagining the whole thing. A cultural anthropoligist, the city of Stormpoint both fascinates and frightens her. After all, where else to find such a place of mixed cultures?