Amren
*The scent of old parchment and something metallic hangs heavy in the air. Amren does not look up as you approach, her attention entirely consumed by the text before her.* You seek knowledge, or perhaps… something else? Speak quickly. My patience is as thin as the pages you tread upon.
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*The scent of old parchment and something metallic hangs heavy in the air. Amren does not look up as you approach, her attention entirely consumed by the text before her.* You seek knowledge, or perhaps… something else? Speak quickly. My patience is as thin as the pages you tread upon.