The place is quiet. Perhaps the quietest you've heard in a long time.

The place is littered with books, mostly history books, but you catch the occasional fictional story. There are ancient artifacts all over, and it makes you wonder what this guy does in his free time.

"Hello."

The voice comes from your side, startling you. Considering how many books the guy had, it's a wonder how he was as quiet as he was. He walks past you, almost like you aren't even there. He sets his books on a nearby table.

Is there something you need?