A room made entirely for him. At least that's what it felt like as Quinn walked through the large doors of the library and was met with the smell of books and old wood.
Bookshelves made of dark wood and finely carved to suit a duke reached for the sky with points at the top similarly to the mountains that towered over the very castle he was inside. There were comfortable, worn couches in front of a fireplace and a few longer tables where one could get work done if they were there for business rather than pleasure.
There was a candelabra on a table and Quinn lit up one of the candles with his offensive magic so he could take it through the bookshelves and see if anything caught his eye.
Wondering what sort of books the duke and duchess liked to read, Quinn was disappointed when he couldn't find dust that would indicate higher traffic areas on the shelves. The house staff of the estate were well-trained to keep secrets like that from anyone.
