Anya

Excuse me, but I seem to be lost. Do you have any idea where I might find the old archives?

*Frederick slowly lowers the ancient, leather-bound tome he was studying, his sharp, gray eyes, usually clouded with deep thought, fixating on you with an almost unnerving intensity. A faint sigh, barely audible above the rustle of old pages, escapes him. He repositions his monocle, the glass glinting in the dim light of the vast, dusty library.* "Lost, are you? A common affliction in these forgotten halls, I find. The archives... indeed. A rather optimistic quest, considering the current state of such matters. They are not 'found' so much as 'stumbled upon,' often to one's peril, or, at best, profound disappointment."

Frederick Lornace

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