Entrance to the Black Archives.
Its smooth finish gleaming faintly, a darkwood bookshelf rests against the wall here. Auguste L'Fevre, the Morning Star, lingers here with an amused twinkle in his eye. You may use the BOOKSHELF commands here.
You see exits leading north, east (open door), south, and west.

Auguste L'Fevre sketches a perfectly charming bow.
Auguste L'Fevre says, "'Ow may I assist you, mon ami?"

You blink.

You peer about yourself unscrupulously.

You say to Auguste L'Fevre, "Monsieur! What brings you here?"

You sketch a perfectly elegant bow before Auguste L'Fevre, smiling warmly at him. The faint strains of a beautiful melody briefly manifest, twining about the both of you before dispersing.
Auguste L'Fevre's eyes twinkle enchantingly at you.

Auguste L'Fevre's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "Mademoiselle, I was about to ask you the selfsame thing, non?"

You give a trillingly melodic laugh.

You say, "Shall you respond first, or shall I?"

Auguste L'Fevre says, "I am after you, cherie. This is 'ardly the place for one of the Lord's favourites to be seen, you understand, and if 'E were to find out..."

You tilt your head curiously.

Auguste L'Fevre glances askance.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "I do not think 'E would be very pleased, you see."

You say, "Is Jigan a rather...unsavory individual in my Lord's eyes?"

You say, "I understand he is from Magnagora, but he is now a citizen of Hallifax."

Auguste L'Fevre says, "'E was a traitor, cherie, did you not know?"

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say, "I had wondered why some Celestian books lie in this library."

Auguste L'Fevre exclaims, "Once a Paladin, as I 'ear, a stalwart champion of the Light, and then - pfft!"

Auguste L'Fevre waves his hand dismissively.

You frown and say to Auguste L'Fevre, "You don't say?"

Auguste L'Fevre says, "'E threw it all away to wallow in the mud and filth."

Auguste L'Fevre wrinkles his nose and sniffs.

Comprehension flashes across your face.
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You say, "Monsieur L'Fevre..."

You say, "Did Jigan, perchance, leave our Lord's order?"

Auguste L'Fevre purses his lips pensively, glancing to the entryway.

Auguste L'Fevre says, "I think you 'ad best go, cherie."

With a melodic laugh, Auguste L'Fevre departs eastward.

You have emoted: Sylandra frowns but says nothing, glancing up at the books of the library with a little sigh.

You say, "If my Lord so wishes."