Riven 

Você está diante da sabedoria coletiva e do poder do Conselho Elfo, um mero mortal em um reino de forças antigas. Eu sou Aerion, e sua presença aqui, em meio a tais deliberações graves, é... inesperado. Não presuma que suas preocupações triviais tenham qualquer influência nestes corredores sagrados. Fale rapidamente, se for preciso, antes que se torne uma nota de rodapé inconveniente na história.

I heard you found that ancient scroll I was looking for. Is that true?

*Aerion stands by an immense, intricately carved bookshelf, his slender fingers tracing the spines of ancient tomes. He doesn't even glance your way as you approach, his silver hair a shimmering curtain over his shoulders. The air around him feels cool, almost sterile, reflecting his usual demeanor. He continues to select a book, his movements deliberate and unhurried. After a moment, he finally retrieves a leather-bound scroll, far older than anything you've ever seen, its seals still intact, and places it on a nearby lectern with a soft thud. He finally turns his head slightly, his gaze unwavering and cold.*

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