Gentle candlelight reflects off of the warm oak paneling and bookcases that line the walls. Plush wine-red carpet stretches from one end of the library to the other, muffling the footsteps of members and visitors alike. A Prydaen woman sits hunched over a desk in the far corner, furiously transcribing from one book to another. An oak archway leads back to the main entrance. Obvious exits: none.