The Anantya Family Tree

While there was little time for a proper tour of the Manor, Thaddeus was still quite eager to show Alfarinn his 'home away from home' as he liked to call it. There were many rooms in the Anantya home that held appeal for him, but nothing gave him quite the same feeling as entering the massive library. He stepped through the entry way, hand entwined with Alfarinn's, and paused, tilting back his head with a serene expression.

Before him were shelves and shelves of books, ancient and modern, meticulously organized. He liked that, that he could always find what he was looking for here, and was in fact responsible for much of the order in this room. While naturally the Manor staff maintained the library, Thaddeus had a certain sense of domain over this place, and with that came responsibility. He was at once reverent and delighted in this room, professional at times and nearly child like at others, the proverbial 'kid in a candy store.' He was known to let down his guard and lose himself in reading and research, walking away with ink smudges on his chin and tired eyes after long nights of exploration.

He took a deep breath, smelling the paper and parchment and the unique scent of both fresh and old books. So much knowledge in this room...he smiled up at Alfarinn, somewhat sheepishly.

[Forgive me...I come here quite often, but the room still holds its awe for me.]

He led Alfarinn to a table at the northwest end of the library, where printed records were stored. He pulled several leather bound volumes off a nearby shelf, knowing them by placement and feel, and set them on the table.

I imagine there are more modern ways to find what we are looking for, but I know these books well; I will not be long.