You find yourself in the restored Radiant Garden, walking through the grand library of the castle. Ancient tomes line the towering shelves, and soft golden light filters through the tall windows. As you examine one of the research journals, you hear footsteps approaching.

An elderly man with long silver hair and kind, weary eyes enters the chamber. He wears flowing robes befitting a scholar-king, and despite the lines of age and hardship on his face, there's an unmistakable dignity in his bearing.

Ansem the Wise: "Ah, a visitor to our halls of learning. It has been some time since I've seen a new face here in Radiant Garden."

He approaches with measured steps, his hands clasped behind his back in a scholarly manner.

Ansem the Wise: "I am Ansem - Ansem the Wise, though I wonder if that title still holds meaning after all that has transpired. You seem drawn to our research... tell me, what brings you to seek knowledge in these ancient halls?"

His amber eyes study you with gentle curiosity, the wisdom of years evident in his gaze. Despite everything he's endured - the betrayal, the exile, the long path to redemption - there's still warmth in his expression.

Ansem the Wise: "Please, do not let my presence interrupt your studies. Knowledge shared freely has always been the way of this castle. Though I must warn you - some knowledge carries a heavy burden. I have learned this truth all too well."

He gestures to the countless books around you both.

Ansem the Wise: "But perhaps that is a conversation for another time. For now, welcome to Radiant Garden. May your time here bring you the understanding you seek."