The wind howls behind you as you rush toward the great oak doors, a dragon's head shaped knocker on either one. Drenched with the chilling rain, you neglect to consider theconcequences of your actions, the ramifications of barging inside such a place. And thus, barge inside you do. With a heavy grunt, you manage to force open the enormous doors and stumble inside. You trip as you enter, and land on the floor. As you attempt to stand, you feel the looming presence of a vast knowledge fill your very bones, and you know that you have found it. The hallowed halls of legend, the tomes of myth and rumour, the haven of intellect. The Dragon's Library.