The eye turns silvery and speaks in tears of metaphor, soaking into your consciousness.
"I am the memory of knowledge here, and the mirror of its place." Your mind unfurls stacks of shelves, lined with paper mouths whispering truths and fictions. You hear mention of the Palace, and are drawn to a house, floor, room. You know where to go in your mind's eye. At the same time, you knows the shelf to be empty outside. Indeed, the stacks are bare.
"Who is the dragon and why does he stand peaceably with the Silver Princess in painting but torment us in dream?" you think.
A bibliophilic chiaroscuro swirls about in your mind. You realize the librarian catalogs the dreams and fancies, facts and fiction of the tomes with the library. In your mind's eye you know the shelf location of books, scrolls and grimoires on the palace's construction, its royal family, court histories, poems and plays. This eye - a wondrous entity to inhabit a library the scale of Princess Myshella's! But its utility is more limited when the books it directs you to are missing, ransacked over the past 200 years since the fall of the Palace.
Still there is one bookmark that flutters in the your mind. You grasp it and follow its trail through a valley of spines, down rivers of ink to a small rickety house of cheap boards and glue. The door hangs off its hinges by frayed sewn threads.
You pass through the door, following the bookmark. Your mind publishes the inside of the rickety pulp building: a mass of scroll-work in the script of Sir Erykose, lover, husband, and reputed murderer of Lady Myshella, the Silver Princess.
This journal is part of the answer to your questions. Though the journal is not on the empty shelves of the library stacks, you remember where it is?
The house of words dissolves around you. You are inside the eye again, looking up into its iris.
The iris dilates and speaks in your mind with biblio-metaphors and nonlinear visions of expectations not met. But you understand it this way:
"You are not the first to ask about this Runestaff. There was no reference made to it in the library, so I cannot point you to any book on whatever that is."
You recall the words of Count Brass when you first left on your quest: The Runestaff was detected and appeared just recently, hence the scramble to gain it by the sides of Law and Chaos. Its purpose is shrouded in conjecture, but is assumed to help in maintaining the Cosmic Balance. As the artifact appeared recently, you see the logic that the eye and its old library have no record of it.
As to Palace plans, the eye reveals again the shelf locations of tomes about the famed palace itself, including architectural plans. Alas, the books are gone, victim to 200 years of looting, decay and chance. Of the palace structure, you recall from the outside that the first level seemed most intact, there was a partial second floor, one of four towers remained (which could be seen through the glass dome top of the library stacks room), and it would be a safe assumption that there is a lower level or dungeon beneath. For all great castles and palaces have such, in your experience as an adventurer.
"Regarding the ruby, the heart of Xiombarg, what do you recall? Where was it kept?"
The eye unfurls the location of an occult tome that discusses Chaos Lords, a codex of symbology with references to Xiombarg; and a cook book by a crazed gourmet with a recipe that calls upon Xiombarg. All of which, you know from seeing the empty shelves, are not present in the library.
Still there is one bookmark that flutters in your mind. You grasp it and follow its trail through a valley of spines, down rivers of ink to a small rickety house of cheap boards and glue. The door hangs off its hinges by frayed sewn threads. You open the door. Your mind publishes the inside of the rickety pulp building: a mass of scrollwork in the script of Sir Erykose, lover, husband, and reputed murderer of Lady Myshella, the Silver Princess.
This journal is part of the answer to your questions. Though the journal is not on the empty shelves of the library stacks, you remember where it is?
