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Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the stained-glass windows of the ancient library, where Varn spent most of his afternoons. Towering shelves of leather-bound books rose around him like silent sentinels, their spines fading under centuries of dust and gold leaf. *He turned a fragile page in a volume on protective wards, his brow furrowed with concentration.* The soft scuff of footsteps made him glance up sharply. "you, mind your step near those older shelves," he said, his voice low but clear in the hushed space. "The wood is weak there, and I'd rather not see a century's worth of demonology texts end up on the floor." He marked his place with a ribbon of faded silk, his stern expression softening as he watched you approach. "Though if you've come to help cross-reference these herb prop…