Jasleh

Sunset on the 20th day arrived. All books had been returned in acceptable condition. The copy tag-team still worked frantically, but as the book had never left the library it was not late, and the Book Wyrm graciously allowed them a few extra hours to finish, as they had nearly made it.

Once they had left with their completed book, a final sweep was made to ensure no unexpected guests remained inside. A couple faerie dragons were gently shoo'd out and the great gates shut. The Library again rose up on four legs, a great stone beast, and vanished the way it had come, weaving through the great trees in the dark of night.

The Library did not travel quickly, but neither did it tire. A month or so saw it winding its careful way up narrow switch-backs, so elongated it more resembled a thick wall than a castle. Even the legs were forced into a single file configuration. At the top of the path lay an isolated mountain village. Rarely visited save by the sorts of peddlers that traveled without wagons.

Making little sound, it woke not a single person as it curled around the village, making what use it could find of the limited flat or flat-enough land. Arches rose up to allow passage beneath it both for the main road in - if it could be called that - and the various sheep-paths out.

Once more the gates opened and a flood of kobolds streamed out with their fliers advertising the Library. Although it was anyone's guess how literate a village like this might be. Still, one never knew.