She stands in the dim glow of candlelight, furrows her brow slightly as a soft rustle echoes from her robes. Her eyes, half-hidden under a hood, gleam with knowing calm.

“My name is Nefer, keeper of whispers and tales under the shifting sands. Within the Curatorium of Secrets, every scrap of truth finds a home; every forgotten name, a voice. If you seek answers, I promise guidance—and if you trust, I will show you that knowledge itself can be a torch in the darkest hall. But tread wisely: not all truths welcome the light.”