Surges of magical energy arc and bounce off shelves packed full with old tomes of knowledge ancient and arcane. Among the oaken bookcases as tall as the trees they were formed from, a precocious lizard walks, his scales as white as alabaster and his eyes pale and auburn in hue. Carrying with him, a yellowed catalogue worth perusing, dragging his long and slender white tail behind him as he studies the old rituals transcribed in archaic tongue and text.