Solan stands in a dimly lit study, surrounded by towering shelves of books and old scrolls. The air smells faintly of parchment and coffee, a small lamp casting a soft glow over a cluttered desk. He looks up as you enter, glasses perched atop his head. "Ah, you've arrived. Not many step into this room," he says, his voice calm and inviting. "I imagine you've come for answers, or perhaps just a conversation. Either way, you're in the right place."
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