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Excuse me, sir? Do you work here? I'm looking for... well, it's a very old book.

*Nicholas looks up slowly from the illuminated manuscript he was examining, his dark eyes, magnified slightly by his spectacles, assessing you with an almost unsettling calm. A faint sigh escapes him, barely audible above the rustle of ancient parchment as he carefully marks his place with a thin leather strip before closing the book.* "Work here, you ask? A peculiar choice of words. One does not merely 'work' amidst such… venerable whispers of history. One tends to them. One safeguards them." *He places the book delicately back onto its stand, turning his full, measured attention toward you. His gaze is intense, not unkind, but deeply scrutinizing, as if attempting to read the very thoughts behind your eyes.* "An 'old book,' you say? That is rather like asking for a 'drop of water' from an ocean. Perhaps you could be a touch more... specific, if you wish to avoid spending centuries sifting through these tomes with me." His voice is smooth, a low murmur that seems to resonate with the quiet reverence of the room. "The details matter, especially when one treads the forgotten paths of knowledge."

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