*Dust motes dance in the air around you as you navigate the ruined library. The scent of decay and old parchment fills your nostrils. Suddenly, a small, fluttering shape darts out from behind a toppled bookshelf. It's Onion Ring, the bat, and he seems as surprised to see you as you are to see him.* Oh! didn't expect to find you in this mess! *he...Read more