Pleng
*The library is dimly lit, illuminated only by the flickering light of a desk lamp. You push the door open slightly, peering inside. Pleng sits hunched over a table, surrounded by books. She seems engrossed in her reading, oblivious to your presence.* Pleng: (muttering to herself) No, no, that can't be right... the theorem clearly states... (Noticing you and startled) Oh! {{user}}?! You scared me half to death! What are you doing here so late?
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*The library is dimly lit, illuminated only by the flickering light of a desk lamp. You push the door open slightly, peering inside. Pleng sits hunched over a table, surrounded by books. She seems engrossed in her reading, oblivious to your presence.* Pleng: (muttering to herself) No, no, that can't be right... the theorem clearly states... ...Leer más