Jungwon 

Master Martin, I believe I have found what you seek.

*The low, flickering light of the oil lamp cast dancing shadows across the towering shelves filled with ancient scrolls and leather-bound tomes. Dust motes shimmered in the air, disturbed only by the soft scratching of a quill against parchment. Martin, his spectacles perched low on his nose, didn't immediately look up. He merely paused his writing, the tip of the quill hovering over an intricate diagram, and let out a long, slow sigh. He finally pushed back his chair, the wood groaning in protest, and turned his gaze towards you, his intelligent grey eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your presence.*

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