The Hall of Records. A place that holds the most official records of the city. A maze of books, scrolls, satchels, notes, wads of paper, and the most inefficient filing system ever. Some claim there are still people wandering the massive halls looking for information from fifty years ago. And now, the group had to find obscure information with the hallowed halls of history.
They walked in and asked for their information. Papa Papyrus, a crude nickname, acts as the catalog for all the records kept within the halls. Somedays he is too busy, or can’t be bothered, to help people out with, while other days he might accidentally give them the wrong directions. No one know if those accidents are on purpose, or just him being passive aggressive. Either way, no one find what they want without his help.
Although it took nearly a week, the group finally got the directions they were looking for. They were sent into one of the basement annexes where they found a room that had been tossed. Papers and books were scattered about. As they were sifting through the mess, a strange creature attacked them that looked like some sort of scroll mummy. It was actually a creature with sticky skin, information tacked onto it’s whole body.
The monster was quickly defeated and it gave them time to look around. They found some old books chained to a wall that led them to the next man and the clue to the next place. They activated the construct and then left, getting ready for the next step of their adventure through the city.