[IC] Out the door we'll dance and sing

"Thiss way." The ghostly librarian floats away to the right.

The librarian leads your floating gantry sideways, then forward among the shelves. As you advance, you notice a steady and growing glow of pale greenish light. At first it appears to be about a hundred yards ahead of you. You approach it at a walking pace, and in a moment you are there."There" is a floating desk, ornate with scrollwork and raised carvings of people and other things perusing shelves and reading books. Behind the desk, a massive creature reclines in a tilted-back chair that rests on and against nothing visible. The creature's bare, clawed feet are on the desk. Two of its four web-fingered hands are folded across its bare paunch of stomach. The other two are wrapped behind its head. It has skin like a toad, the body of a gorilla, and the head of a bear. It is snoring.

"Mag!" hisses the librarian urgently. "Wake up!"

Mag sleeps, intones a voice in the base of your skull. What do you want?

The big creature behind the desk grunts, both audibly and in the bases of your skulls. It yawns, showing bear-like fangs, stretches all four arms - nearly toppling backward in the chair, and hastily yanking its feet off the desk and jumping to a standing position as the chair falls over. It leans abruptly over the desk, planting its hands in a posture that tries to be menacing.

"All sign outs must be made in blood," you hear the voice at the backs of your skulls. The creature glaring at you doesn't move its jaws, just leaves its mouth slightly open to show the fangs. Then it stabs a finger onto the translucent page of a large open book that appears to be covered with silver plates. "Here. Who will write their name, and the title to be assigned?"

Mag has large patience, announces the voice at the backs of your skulls. It's beginning to give you all headaches. Mag can wait while you decide who to sign. Mag is not hungry yet.