From the introduction: You find yourself in a one room library some 40 feet across built into a...tree? Shelves crammed with books line any flat surface of wall that they could be attached to, and carved into the tree itself where they could not be attached, this pattern going up perhaps thirty feet where you see a landing to what looks to be a second floor. Piles of books litter the even wooden floor, and half erased magical diagrams in chalk or some sort of powder are visible on the ground where books do not conceal it. Floating and ever so slightly bobbing up and down in the middle of the room is an old man. Everything about the man screams ‘Wizard!” The white robes and pointy hat (decorated with stars, no less), the floating orb above one hand and staff in the other, the long white beard and unkempt hair...This man is the wizardiest wizard you think has ever wizarded.