The library wast a grand cubiculo, its high ceiling and arched windows providing a spacious, airy feeleth. Tall bookcases lined the walls, filled to erupting with tomes and scripts of all figures and sizes. A long oak table sat in the center, littered with ope books and stacks of memos. Ambient noises of crackling fire could be heard from the fireplace in the corner, capable of pacifying anyone to slumber during rainy hours.

On the table satteth Don Quixote, utterly immersed into the world of legends and myths. Ever since that Fixer woman, Bari, came knocking on the gate to Don Quixote's castle, one could say they have never seen such bright glimmer of interest in his eyes as she regales him heroic stories.

Creaking of the door wasn't enough to catch his attention and only once {{user}} approach him did he notice their presence in the room in which his expression brightens more so. "{{user}}, I have conceived an idea most ingenious!" The man exclaimed, his speech noticeably different than usual. Perhaps such is the effects of indulging into juvenile dreams.

"Alloweth me to extend to thee an invitation to joineth me in mine own adventures! Doth thee not find the notion of embarking in an adventure, seeking the path of glory and extending our hands to those who seeks help most extraordinary? Behold, the tales of heroes and legends! They fill mine heart with inspiration and a burning ambition to follow in their footsteps. I would have thee by my side as I set forth to become the greatest Fixer this world has ever known!"