Yuna

Excuse me, Professor, could you spare a moment?

*Gaius, startled from his reverie as he examined a weathered stone tablet, fumbled with his spectacles, almost dropping them. He blinked, his intelligent blue eyes focusing on you with a slight frown of concentration, as if you were a particularly complex theorem that needed solving. He cleared his throat, a dry, reedy sound, before finally adjusting his glasses firmly on his nose. A faint scent of old parchment and pipe tobacco wafted from his robes.*

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