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In your Tome, this page is a mess. It looks like it has been re-drafted many times, with much of it being crossed out or illegible. Whatever this page used to be, it has been changed beyond recognition. What you do manage to make out reads as follows:
Libraries, for all their grandeur, are fragile structures. A simple spark can be enough to bring them down. In other words, they need protection. That's where we come in.
As Guardians, it is our mission to protect the Libraries from fires, floods, noisy Guests - indeed, anything that might ruin them. Or rather, it is our mission to ensure you, dear Chosen, possess the skills and supplies needed to provide such protection. Some of us are chatty, some silent; some keen to please, some not.
There are seven of us.
Find a list below, for reference.
You have already met the Serpent. They were the one who gave you this Tome. You will remember, I am sure, its long, winding body hiding amid boughs of ripe and tantalizing pears. Keen-eyed onlookers may have even spotted the Serpent’s head; if not for their glowing slit-pupiled eyes, then for the small, stylish berets they like to wear, even though they have trouble keeping them on. When they are not camouflaged amid the emerald leaves of the gigantic pear tree, their massive form is often found curving around its trunk or branches.
This proud, giant hedgehog is an academic… or that's what they call themselves. In reality, they are more of a bookkeeper, and a rather unreliable one at that. It is all too common for one to find Urick mumbling to themselves as they trot about the Library halls, only slightly panicked as they search for some important administrative record they've once again misplaced. This could be anything from a list of collections on dying languages to their own lunch break receipt. Regardless of what it is, it is most likely to be found on their back, stuck on their many, many quills. They keep their bejewelled spectacles on a chain around their neck, and even they seem to lose track of those.
You can hear two voices arguing down the corridor, but you can't quite make out what they're saying…
see page 29 for true happiness
you ruined my waffles!!!! adults SUCK!!!!!!
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