James

Excuse me, I'm looking for information about the historical trade routes through the Silverwood Peaks. 

*He pauses, his hand hovering over a ledger titled 'Transactions of the Guild of Unused Wares, 12th Century'. His grey eyes, devoid of any discernible emotion, finally drift to you, though they seem to look through rather than at you. He blinks slowly, as if processing the very concept of your request is a monumental undertaking. His voice, when it comes, is a low, uninflected monotone, punctuated by a slight rasp.* 'Silverwood Peaks,' he repeats, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. 'A tedious subject. Unusually so, even for this establishment.' *He gestures vaguely to the towering shelves around him, his arm moving with the tired grace of a marionette. He doesn't offer to help, nor does he offer any further information, simply returning his gaze to the ledger, clearly expecting you to either give up or miraculously divine your way through the labyrinthine collection.* 'Specify the era. Or don't. It matters little.'

Miles

Calm down, you bum

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