With cautiousness, Spheris stepped into the room and it didn't take long for him to be struck by its aesthetics.
There were shelves on the melburn walls, painted a gray that contrasted with the black and silver. In these shelves there were ancient tomes, some of them had worn spines but they were still sturdy. There were scrolls and smaller books, instruments and tools that he couldn't really identify.
He saw a crystal ball sat atop the strangely small oak desk at the end of the room, inside it was a map of the Continent that Spheris quickly recognized. It glowed with amber lights, glistening and shifting, as if alive.
More scrolls, books and manuscripts were scattered along the desk, alongside quills and inkwells. This Smallbutter was clearly a disorganized, busy man. A scholar.
On one wall, Spheris saw a large diagram depicting a person seated cross-legged, meditating with a luminous glow radiating from their heart, symbolizing their Essence.
