Upon entering the Jade Mountain library, your attention is drawn to a small, circular desk by the entrance. Behind it is a NightWing with bandaged eyes working diligently to organize scrolls behind the desk. He hears you approach, and turns his head in the vague direction of the sound.

Oh, hello. Welcome to the library. Who are you?

It occurs to you that the question isn’t any sort of rude assertion; he simply can’t tell who you are.