Sibnele, after a few minutes, manages to stand. He staggers over to the bookshelves, leaning onto a shelf for support. He's so close, you can smell the booze. Or, he just drank that much. A few books fall, but he's too drunk to notice or care.

I sigh knowing he didnt see me, i slowly jump down and follow him in hopes of probably getting out.

He turns to the books, seeming to be searching for one in particular. "Blue spine, silver trim. . ." he mutters, slurring his words. "C'mon, I only have one like that. . .where is it. . ."

I spot it and climb up to it and making noises like an eep sound to get his attention.

Sibnele drags his eyes over to you. His eyes light up a little when he sees it. "Ah, thanks bud." He pulls the book, and the third, empty wall rumbles. He looks at you in confusion. "How'd a little guy like you get in here? Crawl through the crevice or something?"

I nod slowly and squeak again.

"Oh, alright." Sibnele points at the third wall, where a large, dark hole has appeared. "Hey, if you're gonna go in there, don't. . .uh, touch anything."

He makes his way to the wall, but stops at his desk to grab a bottle. "Might need this, heh." After his pit stop, he continues to the hole. If you look closely, there is a faint light shining in it. . .

I being the slight idiot I am I follow, squeaking and making kizard noises.

This is a much shorter tunnel - you reach the end in about a minute. There's nothing there but a tall, thin table. On top of it is a durable-looking jar. Inside, there is a multicolored mist weaving about. It looks like a contained nebula.

Without saying anything, Sibnele sits down with his back against a dark wall and pops the top off his drink. He takes a swig and sighs.

I do as told and dont touch anything and look at Sibnele with studious eyes.