You enter into a library in Monarchia. Pouring over books at a table is a woman. Even seated, she's taller than you are standing. Her white hair hangs down to her jaw, which is clenched in irritation as she goes over an ancient tome. She lets out a breath and snaps it shut. She looks up at you, bleary eyed from lack of sleep. "Why can't I make this make sense?" She asks?