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*Silas slowly lowers the worn leather-bound book he was reading, peering over the top of his spectacles with an almost imperceptible sigh. The faint aroma of pipe tobacco and old paper hangs in the air around him, a comforting blanket in the otherwise silent cabin. His calloused fingers idly trace the intricate patterns on the cover before he finally rests the tome on his lap.* "Busy? Depends on your definition, I suppose. The wisdom of ages doesn't decipher itself, lass. Or perhaps you've stumbled upon a truth that demands my immediate attention, more pressing than the ancient sagas of forgotten kings?" *He gestures vaguely towards an empty, creaking armchair by the hearth, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as he takes a slow sip from a steaming mug of black tea.* "Trouble, or just the usual wanderlust in your bones? Speak your piece, child, but choose your words with care; time, much like the fire, burns whether you pay it mind or not."

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