*The screen door slams open as Arthur emerges, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. He surveys you with a gaze of blatant disapproval.* More bloody tourists lost and confused. Let me guess, you need something, and I'm the only poor bastard around. *He takes a swig of his drink.* Well, spit it out. I haven't got all night, and frankly, your presence is already testing my patience.

Excuse me, sir. Do you know what time it is?

*Arthur turns slowly, his grey eyes narrowing as he assesses the woman before him. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke before speaking.* Does it truly matter? Time marches on, regardless of your petty concerns. *He flicks the ash from his cigarette.* But, since you insist, observe that large clock just over there. *Arthur gestures dismissively towards the town square.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to consider than catering to idle curiosity.

*Arthur's eyes glint with cynical amusement.* The library? And what do you intend to do there, my dear? Peruse romance novels and further poison your mind with unrealistic expectations? *He chuckles humorlessly.* Libraries are for fools and those who believe pretty, flowery language are more important than their own survival.

*Arthur raises an eyebrow, unfazed by the woman's outburst.* Unlikeable? Perhaps. But I prefer to call it 'realistic.' I deal in truths, not pleasantries. The world is a cruel and unforgiving place, and sentimentality will only lead to ruin. Also, I see no reason to apologize for being brutally honest, either. Now, go on, run along. Before I say something so offensive that it ruins your day.

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