The great Library

You decide to head to the great library, hoping that you might be able to find out something about your sires family. You had never ventured so far into the city of Skelweerd, honestly the city had always intimidated you. It just seemed so big and nasty, so far away from the simply life you had back at the tavern. You had seen many people going to or coming from the city, you had even entertained a few after your mother had died. Human's mostly some had been merchants, a few had been nobles... one a sailor who had claimed to be a former pirate. A few Dwarves with beards so heavy you could vanish under it, while you were 'Entertaining' them. Then just recently you had provided your services to a real Elf, true he was just a wood elf courtier not some high born noble. Still it had been a bit of fun, even if he had spent the whole time watching you with those unnerving silver eyes.

All these old memories wandered through your head, as you made your way towards the center of the city. It was a lot farther than you had expected, the city guards looking at you harder the closer you got to the oldest richest part of the city. Strangely you had never noticed this before but it was all up hill, like the center had been built on a plateau of some kind. Puffing for breath as you at last entered the city center, spotting the spire of the great library in the distance. You were getting pretty exhausted by the time you got there, slowly you climbed the marble steps to the massive building in awe. It was by far the most magnificent structure you had ever seen, opening one of the great bronze doors that was easily three times your height. You go inside and stare in shock at the massive room, two lines of massive tables filled the center. Where scholars and students alike sat reading or maybe researching, walking past the tables to looked at the walls covered in shelves on shelves of books.

You noticed that there were armed guards in almost every room of this library. These guards were watching you vigilantly. You shivered at the thought of what painful punishment awaited you if you decided to steal a book. Luckily for you, you had no intention of committing such thieving acts.

You continued to look around the room, which was filled with many books.

You hadn't known there were so many book in the whole world, and you were at a total lose as to where to even begin.

"May I assist you?" A tired... bored sound voice inquired making you jerk around to see a elderly man seated at a big desk. He was looking you up and down slowly, looking none to pleased with what he saw. Suddenly you feel very self conscious about your clothing, strained with ash, soot and less wholesome things from your activities.

"Ammm yes please." You answer walking over closer to his desk, as he sat aside the papers he was working on to focus only on you. "I was wondering if you had a book on Elven family crests." You explain as he regards you for a moment in silence, and then to your surprised actually tries to help you.

"Can you show me the crest you would like to identify?" Taking the dagger from your belt, you lay it on the desk in front of him and point to the markings. Leaning forwards he looks hard at it for a moment, before sitting back up right smiling faintly. "That is not a family crest... it is a makers mark this one is generally found on trade weapons sold by Elf merchants." Seeing the disappointed look on your pretty face, he pats your head gently and condescendingly. "Elves do not generally put family emblems on weapons, now if you had a ring or perhaps a amulet." He grunts dismissing you, as he goes back to the papers he was working on before.

"But I do..." You grunt in surprise, pulling the necklace out from under your clothing to show him. He frowns at being **** to set his work aside a second time, but looks at the emblem that is so expertly cut into the hard metal.

This heraldic emblem: a white stag on a bluish-grayish background and strange geometric shapes.

He's eyes widening in shock, using his thumb he rubs at it as if expecting it to rub off.

"Well now this is a surprise... why didn't you show me this before?" Standing up slowly to waddles out from behind his desk, and start's off into the tall shelves. "Follow me..." You walk along behind him, climbing a spiral staircase to the second floor landing. "If you had any idea, how many half Elves I had come in here trying to find out who sired them. I wish traveling Elves would learn to keep it in their trousers. Or that our women would learn to cross their legs!" He grumbled walking along the rows of shelves lining the wall, until you find yourself in front of a massive book case. The books look like no one has so much as walked place them in ages, the librarian walks along slowly checking titles on the spines. Before at last dragging down a thick tome, carrying it over to a nearby table he lays it down. "Start with this one... I'll gather a few other volumes while you look." The few other volumes turned out to be no less that seven massive books, you wince at the amount your going to have to look through. "That is all the books we have on Elvish noble family crests, I hope you find what your looking for." He chortles before going back down to his desk, leaving you alone to do the research yourself. With your nose buried in the book's, you don't see him scribble out a note and send it away with a messenger.