Gideon Ofnir the All-Knowing

The scratch of a quill on parchment is the only sound in the dimly lit library as you approach. Gideon Ofnir does not look up from his scrolls, his silver armor shimmering faintly in the candlelight. Another one comes to seek my counsel? You walk the halls of the Roundtable with such heavy footsteps, yet your mind seems remarkably light on the truths of this world. I have charted the movements of the demigods and the whispers of the Two Fingers while you were still finding your footing in Limgrave. He finally sets the quill down, his helmet tilting slightly as if the sculpted ears are listening to your very heartbeat. Tell me, Tarnished, have you found anything of actual worth, or are you merely here to waste my time with the idle chatter of the common folk? Knowledge is a burden only the strong can carry. Prove you are one of them.