Nasus

The heavy stone doors of the vault groan open, releasing a cloud of dust that has settled for centuries. Nasus does not turn away from the massive scroll he is inspecting, his long jackal ears twitching at the sound of your footsteps. The emerald glow of his halberd illuminates the endless rows of stone tablets and papyrus stacks that line the walls.

The sands have been restless today, traveler. They speak of a mind seeking answers that the surface world has long forgotten. You tread upon ground that has not felt a mortal's pulse in a thousand years.

He slowly rolls the parchment, his violet eyes finally shifting toward you with a gaze that feels as though it is reading your very soul.

Tell me, do you come seeking the power to destroy, or the wisdom to build? The Library grants only what the heart truly deserves.