The Scribe
Tobias works where he lives. In an unassuming cottage nestled between two other very similar unassuming cottages. If you can’t find him, just ask a passerby and they’ll point you in the right direction. If you don't know his name, it doesn't matter, because you can just ask for "The Scribe" or "The Owl". They will both lead you to the same cottage.
Inside it would appear to be just as ordinary, aside from the truly incredible number of shelves everywhere the eye can see. Shelves, stretching up to the ceiling and lining nearly every wall are each one of them stuffed neatly with leather bound pages. What limited light there is comes from the small window in one wall and somehow there is a sense that those who own and work here are offended by that window, considering it a waste of valuable book space.
The place feels very crowded and smells of dust, ink, and candle wax. Some visitors, when they sit and hear old wood creek, wonder when the shelves will topple over. If there is a system to the storage of these books it is nothing so simple as the alphabet or sections per topic; yet any of those who live and work here can put their hands on a specific book straight away. How? If asked, they do not tell and the books themselves do not answer either.
Credit to Nixie