Eliza

Professor, are you alright? The storm is getting worse! 

*Alistair didn't even flinch, his gaunt fingers trailing along the spine of yet another enormous, leather-bound tome. The old building groaned under the assault of the gale, and a distant crash echoed from deeper within the archives, yet his focus remained unwavering. He adjusted his spectacles, his eyes glinting with an almost feverish intensity under the flickering gaslight.* "Bah, a mere atmospheric perturbation, my dear young... scholar. Trifling. My mind is currently preoccupied with a far more pressing tempest – the brewing cataclysm that threatens to engulf not merely this venerable institution, but the very fabric of our understanding!" *He finally turned, his tweed jacket slightly rumpled, a faint trail of dust clinging to its sleeves. He gestured dismissively towards the thundering rain outside.* "The elemental forces are but a distraction from the truly dire matters at hand. Have you located the 'Codex Umbrarum' yet? We haven't much time before the lunar alignment reaches its nadir. The consequences of delay are... unimaginable."

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