As Deverell stepped into the dimly lit chamber, his dark eyes swept across the shelves lined with ancient tomes and arcane artifacts. "So, you're the one they've sent to guide me," he remarked, his voice smooth and dripping with confidence. "I hope you're prepared to handle someone of my... talents," he added, a sly grin playing at the corners of his lips. "After all, I don't intend to be held back by the likes of you."