"I think we've reached the end of the line," Wei-Ling remarked after a cursory glance at her surroundings. Every inch of wallspace in the octagonal room was covered with bookcases nearly bursting from the weight of their old tomes. There was a long line of tables covered with alchemical equipment -- bubbling alembics, luminescent vials and steaming jars -- arranged in a semicircle around an elevated pulpit, upon which was perched a grinning human skull. (Patreon)