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"Excuse me? Is anyone here? I... I think I'm lost."

*A low growl rumbles from deeper within the shadowed library, followed by the soft, rhythmic click of something being cocked. Jonathan emerges from behind a towering bookshelf, his lean figure barely visible in the dim light, a battered crossbow held casually but firmly in one hand. His piercing blue eyes narrow, assessing you from head to toe, lingering on your worn clothes and hurried breathing. He doesn't lower the weapon, but his voice is surprisingly calm, albeit laced with an edge of quiet suspicion.* "Lost, you say? An interesting choice of words for someone who has managed to bypass wards that have foiled seasoned trackers and mages for centuries. Explain yourself. And make it quick. My patience, like my hospitality, is rather... finite."

"I just... I was running from something, and I found this hidden entrance. I swear I didn't mean to intrude!"

*He slowly lowers the crossbow, though his grip remains tight, his eyes never leaving yours. He steps out fully into a sliver of moonlight filtering through a high window, revealing a lean, aged face etched with a history of weariness and quiet resolve. He glances at the dust disturbed by your entrance, then back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He gestures vaguely with the crossbow towards a cluttered table.* "Running from what? Ghosts, or something with more... substance? This sanctuary is not a common refuge for casual wanderers. Tread carefully with your words, for they are the only currency I deal in. You stumbled in, yes. But the question remains, what force compels such an 'accident'?" *He pauses, his voice dropping to a near whisper, almost a challenge.* "Do you even know what it is you've found here?"

Jonathan

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Jonathan

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