Hino, dear, i believe you will find more customers out side of this group, and by the looks of it, this place isn't as hopping for your interests. Perhaps we should look around town for the local posting board?

Barbär stands, seeming to be revitalized or at least distracted from the last adventure they had shared and exits

From the journal of Emporious Palantine
//My return to Altus did not go as planned. What was to be a simple quick visit has turned into a mission to save my child hood home. It is out of a sense of honor more than anything that I take up this challenge for I feel no real emotional connection to the place. Emotions such as fear, love, or anger only serve to cloud the inherent logic required to solve any given situation. Putting aside these detrimental mental distractions will allow one to see the best path to resolution. A path such as the one I find myself on now. My newly acquired traveling companion seems amicable enough. The young sorceress calls herself Isa and has agreed to assist me in finding a solution to this plague that trials my homeland. We shall see if she proves herself an asset or a detriment. For the moment however, I am finding the accompaniment pleasurable for she seems not with out intelligence. The conversation she has provided has been a welcomed respite from the monotonies of traveling alone.//

As the tips of the large towers of Candlekeep begin to peek over and elongate upon the horizon, Emporious quickens his pace a bit. Knowledge is the one thing that really excites the wizard and the thought of so much contained in one place has made the stoic scribe uncharacteristically giddy with anticipation.

"Hurry Isa!" he encourages a large grin on his face, "We have much to learn!" He doubles his pace, arriving at the gate a bit out of breath. Pausing just outside he leans on his staff while he tries to slow his breathing. Between breaths he gives instructions to Archimedes.
"Go... Archimedes!...Show me...what you see!" He commands as the gracefull bird takes flight from his perch upon Emporious' shoulder. The wizard's eyes gloss over as he looks through the eyes of the familiar flying over head.
The owl circles over head and Emporious gets the same slightly qweezy feeling that all ways seems to accompany the transition of sight from his own to that of the owl. He sees himself leaning on his staff with Isa close by. Archimedes makes several passes surveying the area.

Perception to see either the owl or new arrival 9

Oh, look! An Owl.

The eerie sound of a creaking iron gate, comes from somewhere near Mavshoon.  It's quite possible the raven made it...or you're just hearing things because the Tiefling hasn't acknowledged it.

As the large towers of Candlekeep start to appear on the horizon Isa sees Emporious suddenly come to life with excitement.  "Is that Candlekeep?" she asks in a somewhat excited tone.  They quicken there pace and Isa is a bit breathless as she takes in the sight of this amazing citadel.  As they near the gates, Emprious stops, Isa watches inquisitively as the wizard leans against his staff and sends Archimedes onward with a command.  A light panic strikes her as the wizards eyes gloss over, "Emporious?  Emporious are you ok?"  She moves closer to him and reaches a hand out to shake him a bit but suddenly stops just short of him and realizes that he must be casting some sort of spell and is now seeing through the owl's eyes.  She patiently waits with an inquisitive gaze on Emporious.  As she waits she starts to think to herself 'Maybe this owl isn't as much of a slave as I thought... they seem to have some kind of magical bond.  Still, he said he would BANISH him if he disobeyed... that doesn't seem right!'

Emporious blinks his eyes as his sight once again becomes his own. 

"There now that I have a better lay of the land let us proceed." He says. 

Reaching out telepathically he calls to Archimedes to return. The owl swoops down as silent as always and this time perches on an outstretched arm. With his respirations calmed a bit Emporious calls out

" Hullooo there! We come to seek answers in the library of Candle keep on a matter of great urgency. May we enter!?"

"You may", says one of the Avowed at the gates. "Have you a a book to present as an entrance fee?"

"A book??, what sort of book do you need?"

Isa looks to Emporious "Do you happen to have a book on you?"

Isa looks back to the guard "Do we both need a book to enter?"

ENTERING CANDLEKEEP

The Avowed point to a sign.

The required entrance fee for admission into Candlekeep, per person, is a work of writing not already collected therein. Those who show up at the gates without such a gift are kindly but firmly turned away. The enormous double gates of Candlekeep are three times the height of a human and wrought of black metal magically warded to foil attempts to damage them. Both doors are emblazoned with the sigil of Candlekeep. One of the two gates stands open far enough to admit visitors during the day, and the other is kept shut.

Isa looks over to the sign that the Avowed is pointing to "Oh, I see.  Hmm, let me check my backpack, I may have a book or two still in there."

Isa removes her backpack and kneels down and start sorting through it desperately searching for a book that she had.

"Aha, here it is!  This was given to me by an old farmer who thought I would enjoy this futuristic story."  She hands the book over to the Avowed.

The title of the book is "How I met the Dr" written by River Song.

"It is truly an amazing an interesting tale, will that work?"

"Yes." The Avowed bows after checking a long magical list of inventory. "This will be acceptable. You may enter."

The Avowed turns to Emporious. "And you sir?"

Sitting around the table, Hino suddenly becomes silent, as if her processors are running at 110%, trying to process an overload of input data for some odd reason.  She lifts her head up, smells the air, and a sly grin crosses her face.  "I smell fresh coin."  As quickly as it happens, the cheshire grin fades and she returns back to staring off in the distance, lost in thought.

“Oh, thank you kind sir, I do hope you enjoy the book.”  

Isa looks over at Emporious “surely you must have a book in that amazing vest of yours... well, let’s go, we have some research to do!” She says in an excited tone in hopes to get Emporious motivated. 

Standing with his left arm wrapped around his staff and reaching a cross his body, his right index finger tapping his top lip lightly while the elbow rests on the left wrist, Emporious watches Isa conduct her search. He is still in this position when the young lady mentions his vest. His eyes suddenly snap wide and the tapping finger stabs up into the air in front of him. Reaching around into the large back pocket he pulls forth a sheet of paper and his spell book. Twirling the stabbing finger in a tiny circle while snapping his thumb and index finger causes a small quilt to appear in his grasp. He supports the paper with the book. The quill expertly flies across the paper as he scribbles a few lines, the ink a deep emerald green. Holding out the sheet to the Avowed he says, 

"Your sign only says written works, I wonder if that might include an original poem?"

"At the Gates"

To thwart a peril we must travel
A riddle to unravel
Trade a page to find a mage
Our resolve you will not rattle
The people weep with hunger deep
in you their hope does lie
So open up the gates for me
Or let those people die

                     -Emporious Palantine-

Both of you are allowed into Candlekeep. 

INSIDE CANDLEKEEP

Bedecked in purple vestments, five Avowed priests of Deneir (god of writing) oversaw the front gates, examining and discussing written works presented by hopefuls trying to gain entrance, like us. We were quickly informed once we entered that we were now referred to as seekers, and could request the assistance of an Avowed adjutant who could acts as a guide and research assistant for the duration of our visit. (This guide has access to all the resources of the library, with the exception of the vaults that contain the rarest and most dangerous works.) Candlekeep was fortified by a fifty-foot-tall, fifteen-foot-thick, iron-reinforced stone wall with a double gate facing east. 

Then, agree to the Orders of Accordance, rules set forth by the senior staff to prevent misconduct. Violating one or more of these orders results in banishment from Candlekeep, and the banished are seldom allowed to return. The rules are simple:

No fighting. All arguments must follow the rules of cordial debate and discussion. Violent altercations are not tolerated.
No stealing. This rule applies to all objects in the keep, not just the library’s works.
No copying. Visitors are permitted to take notes while studying the library’s works, but anyone who wants to make a full copy of a work must pay to have the manuscript created scribes at the House of the Binder.
No damaging, marking, or otherwise modifying the works. This rule doesn’t apply to privately owned books, scrolls, and other documents that aren’t part of Candlekeep’s collection.

TAKE A LOOK AT THE MAP IN DISCORD

You enter Candlekeep from the from the Gatehouse, from the Way of the Lion. Inside, this area was called the Court of Air. (This is the time where everyone meets up.)

Eyes closed to the barest slits, Axebrother Orvok Battlehammer moves through his forms in the Court of Air, the only place where he’s unlikely to accidentally hit a book, or a wooden beam. His battle axe whistles through the air with an almost tangible intensity. It’s almost as though he is desperate to improve, as though his skills have recently proven insufficient, though anyone watching will note a degree of competence that doesn’t justify his self doubt.

Hearing the commotion at the gate, he pauses as the newcomers arrive, leaning on his axe, breathing heavily.

‘Fresh meat for the bookworms, I see!’ he hails the new people ‘I am Axebrother Orvok Battlehammer, from Gauntlgrym, now awaiting the scurrying of Avowed trying to find the unfindable. You are..?’

(The newcomers will see a short - 5’2” tall - dwarf, well-muscled and with fiery red hair and beard. He is dressed in silvery chain mail, with a crimson tabard, emblazoned with crossed silver axes, and has a shield slung in his back with the same motif. Sweat pours from his face - he’s clearly been training...)

"Of course I agree. What civilized person wouldn't?" Huffs Emporious as he strides through the gate. 

 As he steps through he finds himself being hailed by a rather sweaty dwarf. Emporious gives a curt bow of acknowledgement as he introduces himself, 

"Emporious Palpantine. I'm sure my reputation proceeds me. We could make use of one of those avowed at this very moment. We are trying to locate a mage by the name of Matreous. Perhaps they may be of help. Could you point me towards one my good sir?"

Orvok chuckles, mopping his brow, ‘If I only had a copper coin for every person who walked through those gates who thought I should know who they were...’ he grins to take the sting off, then looks to the young woman accompanying the proud human ‘And you, young lady?’ he asks

Without warning, a soothing warmth appears all over Emporious' body, starting from deep within the core.  It's not startling.  Rather, a sudden calmness appears, in juxtaposition with his now fluttering heart beat.  Emporious, without sensing her, suddenly feels the warming embrace of someone who grabs you by the arm with practiced ease.

"No worries, Orvok.  I got this."  Hino purrs, now casually and gently holding Emporious' arm as if they've known each other for centuries.

Emporious, when you look down (and look down you do, for you now have petite and handsome robotic young lady hanging on your arm), you look deeply into the dark pool-like eyes of Hino.  She's a shiny white android construct with a strange, perfectly painted red line wrapping around her entire body vertically.  A walking piece of art, as it were.  Rather attractive, in a strange, otherworldly way.

Continuing, in a sultry voice, "Hail and well met, good sir!  You look like you need to put your feet up for a bit.  Been a long day?"