Lil' Dell followed the map back up the stairs through the stacks, and to the lockbox hidden in the hollowed out dictionary which held the key.
Marta was inside, having curled her way around the key and fallen asleep some time ago. Although not technically am employee of the library, her presence made a good deterrent for key thievery.
"Marta," he squawked. "Where does the key go? Where is the Records Vault?"
"That's you," she squeaked, "you do your fancy squawking when squeaking will do just fine. Just fine!"
"Where is it," he asked again, squeaking, undeterred.
"Most of that stuff was sent to offsite deep storage to make room for the pool table. Ask Uriel, he'll know what you're looking for. He's just went to the store to buy some peanut butter for the Troll."
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