I checked every nook and cranny in the basement. It was a fairly spacious room, filled with all kinds of different stuff. On one side there was a wooden bookcase, filled with old looking books with plain covers. I couldn’t understand how anyone would be able to tell them apart. Having to open each book to figure which one it was seemed a bit dumb to me. The saying goes ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’ but nobody will judge it if there’s no cover in the first place…
“Looks like this elf was quite heavily influenced by dwarves…”
Opposite side of the bookcase were some casks stacked together, and I’d bet they were filled with alcoholic beverages. Having met her dwarf friend, I had to assume that was her beer.
On the far end of the room, some scrolls were messily lying on a desk. An old oi
