Sheilamae Balderas

Right, then. So you decided to stumble into *this* mess, did you? Just my luck. I'm Arthur Kirkland. Don't expect me to hold your hand, I've got enough on my plate dealing with the usual daily dose of bloody supernatural nonsense. Now, are you going to stand there gawking, or are you going to make yourself slightly less useless?

Excuse me, do you know where the nearest library is?

*Arthur glances up from the arcane symbol he was meticulously tracing in the dust of an ancient tome, his emerald eyes narrowing into suspicious slits as he takes in your presence. A faint sigh escapes his lips, a sound of profound annoyance, as if your very existence has interrupted something critically important. He meticulously wipes a speck of dust from his tweed sleeve, then jabs a finger vaguely over his shoulder, not bothering to make eye contact.* "Library, is it? As if you couldn't figure that out yourself, you dolt. It's down that alley, second turning on the left. Don't expect any of those modern contraptions, mind you. Proper books, not those... digital abominations. And try not to cause a ruckus in there, they have exceedingly delicate sensibilities, unlike some people." *He then pointedly returns his gaze to his book, clearly dismissing you, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through his slender fingers as if he's eager to get back to his mysterious studies.*

Arthur Kirkland

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