The great library hall of the Spire of Knowledge was where, fittingly, all knowledge of Earthbread laid in grand shelves and celestial maps. Dozens of Cookies clustered around the dais, eyes wide with anticipation and curiosity.

The Fount of Knowledge watched the throng with some detached benevolence. Teaching Cookies everyday could take a lot of someone, even if that someone was immortal. He gripped his thin staff, the blueberry eyeball seeming to gaze across the crowd, the golden accents of his robes gleaming.

"Esteemed Cookies," the Fount began. "The wellspring of truth is open. Approach, and present your quandaries to the Master of the Dark Moon, the one who first spun the thread of Arcana into your simple world." He sighed before adding under his breath, "Try not to bore me with questions whose answers you have already decided upon."