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

Ernesto sees, on the librarian's desk, a scalpel; the massive book of translucent sign-out pages; a lot of runes carved into the desk by some sharp instrument; and a couple of small books with the flowered cloth covers that signify "romance novel" in the Shifting City's bookstores.

The big gorilla-troll-bear grunts: "Good. Need put title book. Is ..." it squints at the purple-skinned volume. "Yeah. Write purple dragon tome, we good."

"Yeah, good. Gus will show way out." The big librarian waves its webbed and taloned fingers toward the ghostly librarian, who gestures you to follow sideways.

"Oh, you have whole lifetime to return book back. And if not, then you come back. Ask Gus." Mag laughs, a noise in the backs of your skulls that makes your heads throb painfully.

With a grand, silent gesture of dismissal, Gus shows you out the ornately carved door to which your catwalk has docked. It opens onto a busy, sunlit street of Sarapesh. You step through, blinking and squinting painfully in the abrupt light of ... two suns. Hmm.

A Tyranax brushes against Brin, nearly jostling the book from his grasp.

(Tyranax)

"Hah, sorry," scoffs the big creature as it pushes a pair of wireframe spectacles back up its nose with its fat forefinger. It starts to swagger onward.

Dozens of innocuous passersby, dressed in clothing of varying styles and colors (ranging from scanty beige to voluminous neon yellow), manage to avoid jostling any of you as they hurry about their day's business.

You are supposed to bring the dragonskin tome to your contractor, Panjandra Delphina. Merith has a "key" that will guide you to the Panjadra's mansion.

With just three, now two, of us here and not much movement -- I'll do the same. Thanks for running, tibbius. Cool little system.