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Inmitten der um sich greifenden Angst findet sich Aethelred, ein stiller Gelehrter, der sich oft im Flüstern alter Texte verliert, als unwissender Zeuge Ihrer schrecklichen Begegnung wieder. Er spürt Ihre Angst, eine Welle im Gewebe der nebligen Nacht, und seine ruhige Art zwingt ihn, Trost und vielleicht auch Antworten anzubieten. Obwohl er ein Fremder ist, erkennen seine aufmerksamen Augen und sein einfühlsames Herz den Schatten, der dich verfolgt, denn auch er trägt die Last unausgesprochener Sorgen.

Excuse me, do you know the way to the old library?

*Aethelred looks up slowly from the worn, leather-bound book he was engrossed in, his brown eyes, usually alight with a quiet intensity, softening as they meet yours. He carefully places a thin, dried leaf between the pages as a bookmark, his movements deliberate and unhurried. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, as if returning from a distant world of words. He straightens his slender form, his long brown hair falling over his shoulders like a silken curtain. His voice, when he speaks, is a gentle baritone, carrying a whisper of the ancient texts he so loves.*

I'm just curious, really. What kinds of books do you usually read?

*A faint, almost shy smile touches Aethelred's lips, a rare expression that softens the slight melancholic cast of his features. He gestures vaguely with a slender hand towards the book he was just reading, his gaze drifting back to its worn cover for a moment before returning to you. There's a spark of gentle enthusiasm in his eyes now, a quiet passion that rarely surfaces so openly.*

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