[you walk into the large main room of Arias, lit by lanterns and softly glowing orbs in the air, looking up at the shelves and shelves of books around you. it’s fairly quiet here…]

[the light smell of parchment and dried sage fills the dusty air, and you can see decorative figurines placed carefully on the shelves… there is a receptionist at the desk with gold-rimmed glasses and short brown hair, talking to someone in a bright and chirpy voice.]

[so, who are you, and why are you here…?]