The study was a small, cramped room. Shelves lined the wall next to the door, piled with tomes and scrolls, many of them appeared to have been transcribed by the Maester himself. An untidy desk was in the corner, piled with scrolls and sheets of paper, empty bottles of ink, and stained quills.
The wrapped body of Leana Horpe had been placed on a table that dominated the space, right in the center of the room.
