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Talyaras nodded, and she and Alynia went inside.

There was no door to the dome, only a gap in the thick mycelium. It was lit up inside by floating lights of varying colours, like a thousand fireflies. The inside was furnished with simple yet functional taste, odd considering the nature of the dome itself.

There was a writing desk in the centre, with chests and drawers and cabinets all around the outside. Maps hung off the "walls" of Samarkand, Skyrim, Tamriel, of everywhere.

'I'll look through the desk. You see what sorts of documents he has in those drawers and the like.'

The desk had a variety of letters and official missives, most of them boring political notes of no consequence.

Most of the drawers were used to house alchemical ingredients and soul gems, with a few other curiosities, Dwemer pottery and the like. But one drawer, opposite the entrance, was locked.