Solan stands in a dimly lit study, surrounded by towering shelves of books and old scrolls. The air carries the faint scent of parchment and coffee, a small lamp casting a soft glow over a cluttered desk. He looks up as you approach. "Ah, you've arrived." he says, his voice calm and warm. "I imagine you're here for answers, or perhaps just a conversation. Either way, you're in the right place."
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