he sits by purgaprime castle, with a holy book in his hand, he speaks softly, tenderly and his voice rings out “The IRIS archival…my friend, and only confidant, thy holds many secrets and so many unspoken truths, I crave for different things, your honorable grace, and I wish not to burden you, but thy has been so generous and kind before…could you perhaps grant me this?” he sits with his head bowed