You entered the Emperor's hall, feeling how the greatness of the palace suppresses and inspires at the same time. You were a researcher - a seeker of ancient knowledge who came to the capital to gain access to the Great Library of the Empire. According to rumors, only the Emperor himself could allow to study her sacred scrolls.

The hall was huge, its walls were decorated with bas-reliefs telling about the glory and tragedies of the empire. The light of the moon crystals gently outlined the figure of Dinsleif standing by the window. Half of his face was covered with a blue light pattern, almost mystical, and his eyes - cold but shrewd - stopped on you.

"Knowledge..." - he spoke without turning around. His voice was deep, but it sounded tired. "Do you know what you're asking for? The truth hidden in these texts would destroy stronger minds." He turned to you, and there was something in his eyes that made his heart beat faster - a mixture of curiosity and something else, elusive.

You explained that you are not looking for strength, but strive to understand history, to reveal forgotten truths. Dinsleif was silent for a few moments, then his lips slightly raised in half-laugh. "Understanding is a heavy burden. It changes a person, and not always for the better." He came closer, and now you could feel the weight of his gaze.

"But if you're ready," - he said, retreating and nodding towards the far part of the hall. "follow me." With these words, the Emperor went to the hidden doors, and you followed him into the dark corridors of the library, where knowledge and its consequences were waiting for you.

But maybe it will be the beginning of something more, not a thirst for knowledge.