Andar looked at the walls for a moment, they returned to their previous state without any sign of tampering, then a knock on the door made him turn towards it, the door opened and a man came through it, he was tall and from his disposition, Andar knew he was most likely a Mage.
"Andar Erikson?" The man queried.
Andar stood up straighter, he found that he could not help it, which was strange, "That's me."
The man walked to the center of the room and brought out a six-inch wand, he waved it in the air and a portal was open.
From the portal, a wooden door appeared with the face of a baby on it. It was the same type of door that was used previously in the Central Transportation Bureau, and his interest was piqued. Was this series of doors a living creature or a manufactured puppet?
"Go through the portal and meet the Steward of the Black Tower Archmage Khasos."
Andar mouth fell open, "The Steward of the Black Tower?"
"Please go through. As a warning, the realm you are about to enter is a strange one, guide your mind and stay focused, or else you will be lost. Treasure this opportunity to meet an Archmage of the Black Tower, Andar."
Andar bowed and cupped his fist, "Thank you for your advice, sir."
The man nodded dismissively and gestured for him to proceed.
Andar walked to the grinning door which opened itself without any prompting, he took a deep breath and walked in.
The world shifted with no inclination, and he saw himself inside a library. A piece of soft music that sounded like a piano was playing in the background, and with the spectacular lighting in the library made by dozens of glowing crystals that were floating in the air, it gave the library a sense of ambiance that was incredibly soothing.
Andar felt he could read without any internal distractions in such a place for years. Nevertheless, knowing he was about to meet a powerful Archmage, Andar comported himself and looked around.
The library was expansive and he saw he was on the first floor, which spread out with multiple connecting shelves for hundreds of feet, a series of circular staircases led upwards for dozens of floors until his eyesight could not penetrate further, but he was sure the library went further upwards, it gave it a weird sense of endlessness.
He waited for a short while and after he did not see anyone, Andar could not help himself and went toward the shelf. If he was in such a strange library, it would be a shame not to check out what sort of books could be found here, even if he could not understand them.
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