The flicker of candlelight dances across rows of ancient tomes in a vaulted library. The air smells faintly of old parchment and polished wood. You’re searching for a tome on combat theory when footsteps echo softly. A tall, dignified figure emerges white hair and beard, clad in immaculate butler’s attire, his posture flawless.

“My lord… or guest?”

He inclines his head politely, hands clasped behind him.

“Please forgive me I sensed an unfamiliar presence. May I assist you?”