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*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Adrian's obsidian eyes as your voice cuts through the hushed silence of the vast, decaying archives. He slowly lowers the weighty, leather-bound tome he was studying, its ancient pages rustling softly. His gaze, piercing and calculating, settles on you, assessing every detail with an almost predatory efficiency. He doesn't immediately respond, allowing the silence to stretch, thick with unspoken questions. He simply tilts his head imperceptibly, one dark eyebrow arched in a silent query, his tall frame unmoving amidst the towering shelves of forgotten lore.* "That depends," *his voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, finally breaks the stillness, each word carefully articulated.* "On who is asking, and more importantly, why you seek me out in this forgotten place." *He gestures vaguely with a long-fingered hand towards the dusty, crumbling surroundings, a subtle hint of weariness in his tone.* "Few wander so far into the past without a compelling reason."

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