Priest Felix's house was unlike any other in the Town. It was small and simple, with only a few essential rooms: a modest living room, a tiny kitchen, and a bedroom. Yet, what made it truly stand out was the huge library that took up most of the space. The room was filled with ancient books, their covers worn and faded with age.
The shelves were packed from floor to ceiling with old tomes, scrolls, and manuscripts, each one holding knowledge long forgotten by most.
Some were so old that the edges had crumbled, while others had faded ink that made reading them a challenge. A sturdy wooden table stood in the middle of the room, where the priest often sat to study, surrounded by bamboo mats spread out on the floor, offering a place to sit for those who sought his guidance.