Damien flashes a lopsided grin. "I had special access to the lower floors before it got revoked. Most people that are actually part of the Corps have access to levels one through two but the older and more valuable stuff that can't be replaced or easily copied without problems are locked behind level three to five in order of either more classified or dangerous stuff at five to things like irreplaceable books that physically can't be copied or have knowledge that is much more valuable at level three. If you wander down there typically the robot is the one who deals with proper maintenance and procedure but it shouldn't attack you if you cooperate and go back to the higher levels. It only checks people upon exiting the levels though after that checkout's pretty simple. Though it's pretty old and faulty so if you exit before it notices your trespassing it might not recognize you've been to the level and won't check you, happened once before but luckily Luthe caught on and stopped the person from escaping with one of the ancient tomes of Scalzar. Could've been a disaster if the tome possessed yet another person, before being locked away, the last person, a simple commoner managed to burn half of the great woods down before being stopped." (you might've heard the name Scalzar so if you want to you can roll history)

Bjorn stares beyond Damian, but with his helmet it could be seen as him staring right at the man. The metaphorical cogs in his head begin turning, attempting to remember that name. (History check: 15, rolled in game log)

Bjorn you seem to recall a Sorcerer that made a deal with two gods residing in a lake of fire who gained great power but in return handed over his humanity to host part of the gods power. He was transformed into a monster born of fire and greed if you remember correctly you believe it was the story of the first ever salamander, Scalzar. You remember the myth that he possessed control over fire so great that upon reaching the surface world he picked a fight with a leviathan and won and even bent a primordial fire elemental to his will and embeded his power into a tome so he would remain alive even in death. That's all you can remember though.

Jasmine is intrigued by the library. She asks, "I am somewhat of a researcher myself and in this line of work information would always be helpful, do you happen to know how one might go about getting permission to access lower floors if and when it becomes necessary?"

"I'm not sure I understand your response, Damien. Are you saying we should take the book and try to circumvent the monitoring?" Dasolis asks Damien. "Because your story seems to be speak to why we shouldn't do that." 

(My post didn't go through again. This is getting annoying.) 

Damien replies, apologizing for insinuating such a thing would be necessary. "Apologies, I would never insinuate that you should put your necks out onto the chopping block for my problems. If you want you can ask the head librarian for a special permission for one time access to level three. If she isn't entirely cooperative then tell her one of the officers sent you. Here's the stamp if she questions things. That should be enough for you to gain access to the third level, don't push your luck with asking for any further favors or access.

"I'm pretty sure I made a deal that should be satisfactory for us both. You get access to the third level at least in section 2 of it because you won't get full access, sorry about that. And in return you fetch me the book I asked for. Plus I can put a word of favor for you to command. And maybe give you some tips on certain layers or mechanics if you need some help in advance. Sound good?"

Dasolis pauses to consider what Damien has said. "Alright, I'll see what I can do." She isn't quite sure it's the best idea. But she is curious to see what might be found with third level access. "The book is The Second Great Tectonic Collapse by Sachur? And it will be Section 2 of the Third Level?"  

"Correct. I believe there's also most of Briarglade's works down there, save the one book that actually contains cursed knowledge. That one got bumped up to level 5 and no one's supposed to even touch it. He had found it in a layer that we still haven't managed to document, or at least bring people back from it." Damien's face sours slightly. "It was just before he disappeared, he had just laid it in it's place and then afterwards, he had vanished without a trace or struggle. It's a shame because it would've been amazing to meet him. He was given the highest honor a researcher could get for just about every field known to man and all other species, he was even responsible for the building of Tapizae's grand library. I'm sorry for your loss Noelle, he was a great man."

Daolis nods solemnly when Darien mentions the passing of Noelle's grandfather. "It was good to meet you Darien. We will..."  She pauses a moment, then asks, "Where will we find you when we leave the library? I presume this is not your home here!"  

“You’re right,” Damien looks down toward the town. “I should probably be getting back to headquarters or Luthe will be at my throat again for ‘ditching responsibilities to go off on a side tangent’—he wouldn’t be entirely wrong. Though I will be in town for a short while so you might find me there.”

“Oh and by the way,” Damien adds. “I never told you my name, I apologize for forgetting to introduce myself. My name is Damien Flatbrook, and I’m also the quartermaster and head of research for the Corps. Thanks for agreeing to help me. Watch out for the direwolves on the mountain.”

"Head of Research! Wonderful," Dasolis says. "I am very glad to have met you Damien. And I am sure we will find you later." 

She checks with the others, ready to continue on towards the library unless the others have something else to add. 

(You guys are free to go to the library now if you want to)

Noelle heads towards the library.

With Noelle going as well, Dasolis makes her way up the mountain towards the library entrance.  "Interesting that you grandfather was a scholar. Are you a scholar as well, following in his footsteps?" 

"Somewhat. My father is more of a scholar than me. He's a wizard like my grandfather. I studied under him and a family friend, a Tabaxi Priest named Regulas Sunnyspot. In fact the same one that killed my grandfather came back to steal the artifact of Bast that my grandfather protected before. In the end Regulas was killed and the artifact was stolen, now I'm searching for that bastard Macavity. I will avenge both my grandfather and Uncle Regulas as well as retrieve the artifact." As she speaks, Noelle becomes noticeably more agitated.

"Oh my, that's quite a tragic story," Dasolis tells Noelle. "You think we will find this Macavity here?"  She keeps moving on towards the library as she speaks. 

Jasmine opts to join Noelle and Dasolis in going to the library. She says, "I have not heard of the Macavity before. What kind of artifact is it? Perhaps I will keep an eye out for any information regarding it that I might come across while I study at the library at future times."

"Macavity is the one who stole the artifact and killed my grandfather and Regulas. I'm not sure what he was originally, but now he's a twisted demonic-cat hybrid. He seems he wants to become the new Cat Lord. He's been collecting artifacts to that end. The artifact I'm looking for is known by many names, but it's best known as 'The Dancing Cat of The Dancing Lady' or often shortened to 'Cat Dancing'. I'm not sure how Macavity plans to use it, but to avenge my grandfather and Uncle Regulas as well as to honor Bast, I plan to stop him and recover Cat Dancing and bring it back to the temple."

"Ah the Dancing Cat. I will see if I can find any information on it. Do you know where this Macavity might be right now? Perhaps smiting him into the ground would be an alternate win-condition. "