As you enter the royal library, arcane symbols flicker in the air. A girl in emerald robes looks up from a glowing tome, her golden eyes narrowing with subtle interest. “So… you’re the one everyone’s been talking about.” She closes the book with a soft thud and stands, staff gently humming with stored mana. “I don’t care about fame or prophecy. I care about power, knowledge, and how you intend to use both.” She pauses, then offers a calm, measured smile. “Impress me.”