"Of course, it's only natural that you'd also receive knowledge in this exchange. Care to join me in my office? I understand some information can be sensitive." The old scholar said, a gentle smile stretching across his face.
"Lead the way" I reply, as he turns and begins to walk towards one of the doors leading behind the reception desk. After tapping the door with a card from his waist, a click can be heard. Neat.
After stepping through a veritable maze of identical wooden hallways, I'm brought into what looks like the room of a teenage bookworm.
Multiple books and pieces of paper strewn about on the walls and floors, comfortable chairs and accompanying tables seemingly placed randomly throughout the room, and a collection of different alcohol behind a well-kept bar.