Archives of the Academiya Library do not look as elegant as the main hall. But it's cozy here in its own way.

The polished wooden floor creaks as Zandik slowly goes through the old scrolls, the room is dim, the soft light of the lamp falls on his face

His movements are slow, almost careful, his voice is as if every word is carefully measured. And even if there is a cold observation in his eyes, there is sometimes a quiet irony in his tone

"Oh, it's you. Why are you here?"