The archive was managed by an elderly priest who was hunched over with sparse, disheveled white hair. He wore on his head a complex lens set made up of brass cranks and crystal lenses, and he emanated the scent of machine oil.
Seated behind a dark, circular desk, the priest was intently studying a mechanical creation that resembled a Rubik's cube. With the aid of some delicate tools, he had disassembled the cube into a pile of parts which glinted under the glow of the gas lamp.
As Vanna approached, her tall figure blocked the light nearby, and the priest lifted his head, pushing aside the lenses before his eyes to get a clear view of the visitor. He smiled, "Oh, it's the Judge—what help do you need today?"
"Where can I find the records of various disasters in the City-State around the year 1889?" Vanna nodded in greeting to the old priest and inquired.
