14: Ryann
Ryann
The library called itself the Information Repository, the name in bulky letters across the entrance. The building spread over a large area, but was only a couple of storeys high. The stone showed no joins, and Ryann guessed that this was one of the original buildings in the city, one that had been carved from the bedrock itself. The fact that it sat in a dip strengthened this assessment.
She descended the five wide steps, the stone worn smooth by the tread of many boots, and pushed through the double-doors.
It was cool inside, almost cold. The sweat that clung to her back and arms threatened to bring on shivers.
She strode across the black stone flooring toward a raised desk, of the same rock, polished to a high sheen. Behind the desk sat a man and a woman, both starin
