There are no potted palms in here, either. Just scrolls. Yes, plenty of scrolls, maps, and texts from all over. You could say I'm a "bookworm".

I like to come here at midday, to escape the heat of the afternoon, relax with a good epic tale, take a nap. There is not much of a breeze, but the air is cool and dry. If you look carefully, you might notice some dark charry markings there on the wall. No, they aren't ancient Egyptian writings. Sometimes, when I visit late at night, I fall asleep with the torch still lit. Guess I should be more careful.