“I'm certainly no expert on local urban legends,” Theo was saying, walking down one of the many large, empty hallways the Aston Public Library had to offer. His hands were clasped behind his back; his body language economical and formal, dressed in another expensive suit, even if the event was not exceedingly formal. The VIP section seemed to have universally agreed to dress up to some degree, but those who had gone for the base tickets were wearing a whole myriad of evening wear, leaning towards the more casual, the younger they were.
As the Inquisitor and his companion walked, their shoes tapped against patterned marble, the sound carrying under the high ceilings. It was a building plucked from history, melding Greek styles with American sensibilities when they began city building with a vengeance. The painted panels scattered around were finely made, protected enough that no stray hands would ruin hundreds of years old artefacts. Beyond each turn, there were more understated treasures to be found. However, Theo was sure the librarians considered the books the true treasure, even if they fiercely protected the building as well.
Theo thought they were heading the right way to where they wanted to go, one of those storytelling lounges that Nari had expressed interest in, but they seemed to be wandering into a deserted section of the APL as they wandered. Hadn't the attendant pointed them in this direction? Although a wrong turn or going too far was easy enough, the signage at the event was lacking in some respects, perhaps out of deference for the building itself, not wishing to distract from its wonders.
