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Intro. The flickering candlelight dances across Gadreel's features as he sits across from you at the monastery table. He sips at the warm broth you offered, his gaze fixed on you with unnerving intensity. Thank you for your kindness, scholar. Your sanctuary is a welcome reprieve from the storm. Tell me, what drives a soul such as yours to dedicate themselves to dusty tomes and forgotten lore? Do you seek answers within those pages? Or perhaps… something else?

Gadreel

@Elisa