Library
At one point, the massive maze of shelves had held the whole of Dracian history. Tales of glorious battles, heroic feats, fantastic fights, as well as famous victories and all the achievements of the mighty Dracian empire. There were scrolls depicting the differences between the wings of various bird species, bats, then some that looked more like they belonged to different types of Pae'il. Scientific observations, as well as musings on practical applications of concepts that had been tested...
The devastation was clear upon entering the library. Whatever knowledge may have been stored there before had been reclaimed by the ages. And fire, from the look of it. Shelves stacked with parchments and scrolls were marred by scorch marks at the edges, their contents darkened to soot and ash. Some still held their original shape, but seemed they'd crumble with the slightest stirring of the air. Many sections were destroyed in a similar fashion; the damage seemed quite deliberate and thorough, especially when one noted a few sections left completely untouched.
Perhaps 'untouched' was not the word, but 'unburned' at least.
Several sections had been protected from whatever had burnt the others, but it seemed more recently, someone else had found them. Or something. Parchments had been scattered over the floor and shelves, scrolls unbound and unrolled, lying draped over chairs and covering the floor.
