Idunna had spent sunday morning asking around who was interested in visiting the library they'd found last weekend and herding the lot together into a vaguely organized group before taking off. Herself and Alex at the head -- one a bit further ahead than strictly necessary because vampire -- as they headed through the city. Idunna pointing things out to the group at large and thinking aloud very cheerfully, discussing plans and the places found during saturdays exploratory expedition.
Alfrbok wasn't an imposing building. An expensive looking old city villa with a worn wooden facade and three floors that seemed to lean just slightly, or maybe that was just the imagination of the onlookers. It'd be easy to dismiss as some old and worn down residence if it wasn't for the only partially functioning hologram sign over the door, slightly lop-sided itself.
ALFRBOK
Volumes Arcane
Once inside, guests were greeted with an oppressive quiet - so thick you could cut it with a knife - and a musky but homely atmosphere. The hallway had been modified to a sort of improvised storefront. A counter window set into the right hand wall. Behind the stacks of books on the counter sharp eyes could glimpse the bell-topped tips of a two-headed witches hat and virtually nothing else. Still, when the door closed behind the group a monotone but not unfriendly voice came from within the book-fort.
"Welcome to Alfrbok. If you're looking for anything specific let me know. Be careful with the books, some of them are older than the state, 'Kay?" A single intensely yellow eye looking over a stack of books at them at the final word, making sure they were listening.
The library itself was not so much a library as a private residence where every room on the first two floors had been converted into a study and storage space for what seemed to be endless volumes. The sheer amount of them and the conservation of space made shelves rather limited in use. Mostly there were stacks and piles containing the less asked for grimoires and manuscripts while the more popular texts were organized in neated rows with seemingly mathematical precision. The place practically oozed with organized chaos and a feeling of privacy and secrecy.