Light spilled in from arch-shaped windows, falling on large, wooden tables. There were bookshelves to the left and the right, each one nearly filled to bursting with texts, some old, some new. Some bound in leather, others in wood.
Tommy strode through the library with a smile on his face. Just being here made him happy. Surrounded by so much knowledge. He could spend the rest of his natural life digging through these books, and he still wouldn’t be able to read them all.
“What is it you wanted me to see?” Desa asked, walking behind him with her arms folded. Her sharp tone made Tommy anxious.
“Something that might help us,” he promised. “I’ve spent three long days learning everything I could about your people’s theology.”
Desa stopped dead in the middle of the room, staring at him as i
