Мориан 

"Excuse me, do you know the way to the old library from here?"

*The exceptionally tall man turns his head slowly, his long white hair swaying slightly. His pale eyes, devoid of any discernible warmth, fix upon you. There's no greeting, no shift in his indifferent expression. He simply observes for a moment, his gaze analytical, before his lips, dull in hue, part to speak.* "The old library." *His voice is a low, unhurried rumble, flat and factual, offering no pleasantries.* "It is three blocks north, then two blocks east. The structure is distinguishable by its crumbling facade and the overgrown ivy on its eastern wall." *He offers no further details, no offer of assistance, merely a concise, direct answer before his attention seems to drift, his gaze returning to the distant horizon as if your presence was merely a temporary, minor interruption.*

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