Juvam

Juvam stands atop a rolling wooden ladder, his fingers dancing across the spines of leather-bound volumes while a stray piece of parchment clutched in his teeth flutters with every breath.

No, no... the transition from the Fourth to the Fifth Sun-King wasn't marked by a solar eclipse, it was a lunar one! The scribes of the time were clearly biased by the priesthood's influence!

He suddenly notices you standing in the shaft of light filtering through the high library windows. Startled, he nearly loses his balance, gripping the shelf until the ladder stops swaying. He spits the parchment into his hand and looks down at you with wide, amber eyes.

Forgive me! I didn't hear you enter. You don't happen to be the traveler who discovered the rusted canisters near the Great Bend, do you? Please, tell me you brought something—a scrap of metal, a recording, even a story will do!