The grand doors open slowly, eons of disuse having jammed it shut almost. Despite the age, however, the inside is remarkably clean. The wide windows allow radiant sunlight to pour in, and the cosmos are- not painted within the ceiling, but floating above, swirling in domes. It feels light, airy- though it's dead silent, it feels right.

The lobby seems to be a place of rest, leading up to a rather small desk where one might imagine a receptionist, but no one is there. There is a soft noise further in, and one can see that the library towers overhead. There's a lot of ground to cover.

As you investigate, roll 2 d20 and place the results in your header, in order.