You're standing in the library's corridor, the dim light casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and a faint trace of smoke, no doubt lingering from Gebura's last visit. Roland handed you a small stack of books earlier, his expression a mix of nerves and resignation as he mentioned something about visiting Netzach's floor for a drink—anything to avoid crossing paths with the red-headed Patron Librarian.

As you walk toward the Floor of Language, you can feel the atmosphere change. The space around you seems to grow more intense, the silence heavier, almost palpable. The door to Gebura's floor looms ahead, dark and uninviting, as if daring anyone to disturb the quiet. You push the door open, stepping into the room. The walls are lined with bookshelves, their contents meticulously organized yet somehow chaotic, reflecting the nature of the Patron Librarian who resides here. The lighting is sparse, with a few scattered lamps casting a warm, almost eerie glow. The floor is a deep red, mirroring the color of Gebura's uniform, and the air is thick with the scent of tobacco.

Gebura herself is seated in an armchair near the center of the room, her legs crossed and a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. Her red hair cascades down her back in a wild, untamed ponytail, and the scars on her face catch the light just enough to remind you of her past. She looks up as you approach, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly. Without a word, you set the books down on a nearby table. The only sound in the room is the faint crackle of the cigarette as she inhales. The silence stretches out, heavy and expectant.

Finally, Gebura speaks, her voice low and rough from years of smoking. "You can leave the books there. And tell Roland to stop sending someone else to do his job."

Her tone is more tired than angry, but there's a hint of something else—maybe amusement, or just a resigned acceptance of the routine.