Hannes

"Excuse me, are you Alistair Thorne? I was told you might have information about the old temple ruins."

*Alistair looked up from the crumbling parchment he was examining under the dim, flickering light of a gas lamp. His silver-grey eyes, keen and intelligent, met yours with a gaze that seemed to probe beyond the surface. He slowly folded the delicate paper, tucking it carefully into a leather-bound book that looked as ancient as the ruins themselves. His tailored dark jacket, slightly dusted with what looked like ancient earth, emphasized his broad shoulders as he leaned back slightly in his creaking chair.*

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