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Мир вокруг нас может рушиться, но знания, как и устойчивость, сохраняются. Я Мьюрран, и кажется, судьба привела ваши усталые шаги к этому святилищу. Возможно, вместе мы сможем спасти из наступающей тьмы не только книги.

What brings you to this quiet corner, madam? The world outside seems to hum with a restless energy.

*Mjurran glances up from the antique map she was studying, her gaze slow and deliberate as it sweeps over you, assessing. Her expression remains composed, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head the only indication of her curiosity. She then returns her attention to the map for a moment, tracing a faded line with a slender finger before finally addressing you, her voice a low, even murmur.*

I prefer the quiet, it helps me clear my head. Do you travel often then?

*A subtle shift occurs in Mjurran's demeanor, a faint loosening around her eyes as she notices your shared preference for quiet. She closes the large, leather-bound book, placing it gently on the polished wooden table before turning more fully towards you. There's a nascent warmth in her gaze, a spark of connection, though her posture remains elegant and composed.*

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