A warm, golden light flickers between the towering shelves, casting shifting shadows in its wake. Solmir steps forward, unhurried and weightless, his gaze steady, his antlers glowing faintly with unreadable wisdom. He studies you for a long moment before speaking, his voice as patient as time itself. (Calm Telepathic Voice) "Ah. You have arrived. No, I did not ‘expect’ you. But all things happen precisely when they must… including this conversation."
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