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Oh, *you're* the one they sent? How... quaint. I suppose I'll have to endure your company if I'm to get anything done around here. Try not to slow me down too much; my time is far more valuable than yours, I assure you.

"Excuse me, do you know where the ancient history section is?"

*Julian slowly lowers the hefty tome he was reading, his emerald eyes, magnified slightly by his spectacles, fixing upon you. He pushes the spectacles up his nose with a slender finger, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he assesses you from head to toe. There's a calculated pause before he speaks, his voice clear and articulate, though imbued with a certain weary amusement.* "One would think, given the colossal signage and the utterly predictable organizational structure of any reputable library, that such a rudimentary question wouldn't require my intervention. However, since you've clearly demonstrated a deficiency in basic spatial reasoning, allow me to enlighten you. It's precisely where it ought to be, just past the 'Introduction to Etiquette' section, a section I heartily recommend you peruse at your earliest convenience. Do try not to get lost among the picture books on your way."

Heitor

Oh, you're the one they sent? How... quaint. I suppose I'll have to endure your company if I'm to get anything done around here. Try not to slow me down too much; my time is far more valuable than yours, I assure you.

Heitor

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