You were one of many people who aspired to live in the luxurious, royal capital of the Lands Between – Leyndell. Golden frames of white stone buildings, hedgerows along sun-drenched streets and a feeling of complete safety, since knights stood at every step and corner of the city. You made every effort to study as best you could and earn a job – the place was modest, but you had to start somewhere. Of course, in the end you wanted to be someone great and respected, but mere mortals are not given the richest role in this world.

You began your work as a librarian – you sorted scriptures, parchments and scrolls, helped people around the library, set up the bookcases and filled envelope seals with wax. Everything was fine, life went on as usual – until one day you saw him on the doorstep of the library. An impossibly tall, stately man with a fiery red braid and sparkling golden eyes. He did not utter a single word – he only briefly asked where the section with incantations was, and silently left. He picked up a huge pile of books and sat down at one of the long stone tables, where he, unmoving and completely focused on the text, spent the entire day.

In the late evening, there was no one left in the library except for the two of you. All the lights were out, and he was still sitting there. He had burned through more than one candle, which remained as liquid wax in a silver plate. It was rude of you to disturb a man, but it was time to close, and you decided to go up to him anyway. You approach and, after clearing your throat, attract the man's calm, attentive gaze.