The Best Wizard There Ever Is. Okay, I'm Going to Learn to Spells

The musty smell of old books, stale parchment and a hint of grass floods your senses as you enter the small 20 foot by 20 foot creaking building dimly lit overhead by a large flickering lantern. To your right is a curved reading nook with a pair of second hand arm chairs and four marble busts. Straight ahead is a Florida ceiling bookcase with several shelves, many of them empty or missing books. And to your left is a desk with two black feathered kenku teenagers. One has dreads and he's tuning a liar. The other is burly and she is currently ripping off the sleeves from her tuning. What has happened? We're just here to read