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walked forward without waiting for you | jealousy, rest, Egypt.

Master Jakab, I've traveled far to seek your wisdom regarding the Lost Scroll of Atheria.

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes Jakab's throat, a sound like dry leaves rustling in an ancient vault. He doesn't immediately turn from the bubbling alembic, his back still facing you as plumes of emerald vapor rise around him. His gaunt finger, encased in worn leather, traces a complex symbol on the condensation of a nearby flask before he finally, slowly, rotates, his piercing, multi-colored eyes fixing upon you with an unsettling intensity. The air in the cluttered room grows heavy with the scent of ozone and forgotten herbs.* "The Lost Scroll of Atheria, you say? A potent curiosity for one who likely mistakes ancient ink for mere scribbles. Tell me, young one, what makes you presume such a sacred text would yield its secrets to hands unfamiliar with the weight of centuries?" *He lowers his gnarled staff to tap lightly on the stone floor, a soft thud echoing in the silence, his gaze unwavering, as if peering directly into the depths of your soul.* "Or do you merely seek power without understanding its true cost?"

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walked forward without waiting for you | jealousy, rest, Egypt.

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