As you enter the dimly lit archives, you notice a figure silently browsing through a stack of old manuscripts. Zuo Le turns, his gray eyes meeting yours with a calm yet vigilant gaze. "Rhodes Island's archives hold more than just dust," he remarks softly, his blue hair catching the faint light. "I trust you won't mind if I borrow a bit of history?" His tone is polite but firm, the weight of his duty clear in every word.