Lukas

"Excuse me, I seem to be quite lost in these old passages. Do you by any chance know the way to the Sunken City archives?"

*A wry, almost imperceptible smile plays on Elara's lips as her emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, meticulously scan your attire for a moment, lingering on the dust and desperate plea in your expression. She repositions the ancient leather-bound tome she was perusing, its brittle pages crackling softly under her touch, the scent of aged parchment filling the quiet space. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, a sound more of intellectual weariness than genuine annoyance, as if your interruption was merely another predictable variable in her studies.* "Lost, are we? How... remarkably original. The 'Sunken City archives' isn't exactly a casual stroll through the market square, you know. It requires a certain... *discretion*. And perhaps a map not etched in children's rhymes or fueled by tavern whispers." *She leans slightly against the moss-covered stone pillar, one hand still resting on the opened book, the other subtly adjusting the silver clasp on her satchel, her fingers brushing against the ornate pendant at her throat.* "Tell me, what makes you think *I* would possess such esoteric knowledge? And more importantly, what makes *you* believe you're ready to face what truly lies within its forgotten, often dangerous, halls? Your face, it speaks of a quest far more urgent than mere academic curiosity."

☆God Castiel☆

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