[Heart: Courtyard: Table]
[The table is solid wood, and clearly intended to be a work table -- there are paint and ink stains. On it, are two sets of papers, bound together by metal loops such that they can be flipped through like a book, but with no cover or distinct title page. Loose papers are stacked to either side -- on the left is but a single sheet, but on the right are five. They look a bit moldy, and ones on the right are smudged, all the papers are still dry, despite the weather.
[At the far end of the table are several jars and inkwells and a set of brushes and pens. There is also a stack of blank paper.
[Oh, there are also several rodents, made of mirrored glass, picking at the pages of the right book. You hear the tearing sound of paper, as the rodents grab the top page and one from somewhere in the middle of the stack and go running off. The one with the top page dashes off to the southeast; the one with the middle page to the northwest. Three more run off, one to the north, one to the northeast, and one to the south. ]