[Poggio]

He didn't expect to be whisked further into the unexplored areas of the house, much less into the large room that contained so many hard back versions of books. In one area he saw the ghost of Zosa's father, a desk with neatly stacked paper work and a volume opened to a marked page. He didn't let his eyes linger too long and grew more captivated by the shelves of literature. The professor grinned. "Then you will read to me to night?"