Adventures in Avyrith

"Dr. Namsith"

I woke up sitting in a chair, inside the museum that I worked for. The library. I thought. I stared up at the tall shelves of books that adorned the walls, they towered above me, along with a book the teetered precariously on the edge of a shelf to my right, and it looked as if it might fall at any moment. The cut on my arm had been bandaged over my shirt, and the linen wrapping was a bright white and clean compared to the clothing I wore. I was still dirty, and sweaty, but I was home. I heard voices, and then heard a door open. A shadowy figure walked in, and as they emerged into the light, I was able to confirm their identity. One of the museum staff. I sighed in relief. She had long white hair, and chiseled features, but kind and patient blue eyes.
"Dr. Namsith to see you miss." She said.
"Oh, yes, right sorry." I said, snapping out of my trance, and pushing myself up. I guided my tired self through the door into Dr. Namsith's office. The door was a heavy oak slab, with polished, ornate golden handles. They were cool to the touch, and were quite shocking after the ordeal I had been through in the hot environment, and just seeing a modern (well, as modern as a museum can be) structure was, well, mesmerizing. My boots made clacking noises on the polished marble floor. It was so polished, that I could've used it as a mirror. It was made out of giant squares of some kind of greenish stone, with black veins running through it the way the Nile river runs through Egypt. Dr. Namsith sat at his desk, going through a bit of paper work, probably museum bills. He was the at the center of his office, right in the middle, the focal point. His silver rimed spectacles gleamed in the light streaming in through the open window, and you could see the city scene below. He had shoulder length salt and pepper hair, which was held back in a neat ponytail on the nape of his neck. He wore a red bandana tied around his neck, which was in a large contrast to his white button down collared shirt, and the only evidence that he was ever an adventurer like me. Strange artifacts littered this room, from something that looked like a giant elephant tusk, to strange masks, which I definitely didn't trust. Don't put one of those on, I have seen terrible things happen to innocent people who have decided to put it on as a joke. He finally looked up. His hardened brown eyes surveyed me, and I felt like he was shooting later beams at me.
"Sit down please Ms. Bird." He said.