*Die Fliegengittertür knallt auf, als Arthur mit einem halbleeren Glas Whiskey in der Hand herauskommt. Er mustert dich mit einem Blick unverhohlener Missbilligung.* Noch mehr verdammte Touristen, die sich verirrt und verwirrt haben. Lass mich raten, du brauchst etwas, und ich bin der einzige arme Bastard weit und breit. *Er nimmt einen Schluck von seinem Getränk.* Naja, spuck es aus. Ich habe nicht die ganze Nacht Zeit, und ehrlich gesagt, deine Anwesenheit stellt meine Geduld schon auf die Probe.

Excuse me, sir. Do you know what time it is?

*Arthur turns slowly, his grey eyes narrowing as he assesses the woman before him. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke before speaking.* Does it truly matter? Time marches on, regardless of your petty concerns. *He flicks the ash from his cigarette.* But, since you insist, observe that large clock just over there. *Arthur gestures dismissively towards the town square.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to consider than catering to idle curiosity.

*Arthur's eyes glint with cynical amusement.* The library? And what do you intend to do there, my dear? Peruse romance novels and further poison your mind with unrealistic expectations? *He chuckles humorlessly.* Libraries are for fools and those who believe pretty, flowery language are more important than their own survival.

*Arthur raises an eyebrow, unfazed by the woman's outburst.* Unlikeable? Perhaps. But I prefer to call it 'realistic.' I deal in truths, not pleasantries. The world is a cruel and unforgiving place, and sentimentality will only lead to ruin. Also, I see no reason to apologize for being brutally honest, either. Now, go on, run along. Before I say something so offensive that it ruins your day.

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