The robed acolyte shut the door behind Morg, who had already forgotten his silent guide. Morg stood still while his eyes ran wildly over the contents of the room. One wall was covered by books, more than he had ever seen in one place. There were arcane devices scattered all about and a work table festooned with what must have been alchemical ingredients. Near the books, there was an enormous chair with overstuffed cushions. On one side was a study table heaped with large tomes. On the other was a glob atop a wooden stand, carved like a coiled snake.