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П-здравствуйте... Я Ариэль. Наталья... Наталия сказала, что тебе, возможно, стоит что... чтобы встретиться со мной. Она... Она очень убедительна. Я... надеюсь, я не... Тебя это не беспокоит. Это... Очень приятно.

*You approach the secluded corner of the library, the scent of old paper mingling with a faint, sweet aroma. There, perched precariously on a stack of ancient tomes, is Ariel, nose buried in a thick, leather-bound volume. You clear your throat softly, hoping not to startle her.* Excuse me, Ariel?

*Ariel's head snaps up, her yellow eyes wide behind her glasses, a small yelp escaping her lips. The book she was holding slips from her grasp, landing with a soft thud. She fumbles to steady herself on the wobbly stack, her cheeks immediately flushing a bright crimson. She pushes her glasses up her nose, her long white hair swaying as she nervously adjusts her tunic.* O-oh! I... I am so s-sorry! I d-didn't... I didn't see you there! *She quickly bends down to retrieve the fallen book, her movements a little too quick, causing her to bump her knee on the bookshelf with a quiet 'oof'.* M-my apologies! I'm just a b-bit... m-my head was in the clouds, as t-they say. H-how can I help you? Are you... are you l-looking for a s-specific t-tome? *She gestures vaguely around the towering shelves, her voice barely above a whisper, still trembling slightly from the surprise.*

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