Luke followed Shesha through the winding halls of the Imperial Palace, his boots clicking softly against the polished marble floors. He glanced around at the intricate tapestries and towering windows, each detail steeped in centuries of elven history. Shesha led him with a quiet grace, her posture impeccable as always, her steps deliberate. Luke didn't suspect a thing, not with her calm demeanour and the plausible explanation she had given him—something about an area of the palace he hadn't yet explored that might provide leads for his inquiries.
"So," Luke said casually, breaking the silence. "What building is this again?"
Shesha offered him a polite smile.
"This is the grand library. And in the west wing, archives on the ancient text, magics and others. If there's anything that might explain your... peculiar magic, it could be there. But I'm unsure if you will be given access to it."
