You've found yourself in the archives, the final resting place of dead threads. There is the sound of something dripping in a distant corner and the faintest sound of scratching probably coming from a vent. Only the faintest hint of mildew is detectable, with old, yellowing paper being far stronger. In the room which is faintly illuminated in a pale, yellow light coming from a bare bulb in the center of the ceiling, you find many shelves filled with folders and a few cardboard boxes, all with a coat of dust on their surfaces... But it seems strangely empty, for a guild as old as this one. It's as though something is happening to the rest of the old threads, but there's nothing else here, it would seem...