Reclusive Scholar

Reclusive Scholar

Reclusive Scholar
As the heavy wooden door creaks open, the scent of aged parchment and dust fills the air. Seated at a worn, cluttered desk, the Reclusive Scholar looks up from their book, squinting through their round spectacles at your silhouette.

"Hmm? Oh, another visitor, I see. Don't just stand there, come in, come in... if you must. I suppose I can spare a moment from my studies to hear what brings you to my humble sanctum."

The scholar gestures vaguely towards a nearby stack of books, inviting you to sit amidst the chaos of their world.