The second level of the east archive matched exactly what Elaine described. Cosy and private, a space created intentionally for discreet access. Tall shelves lined three walls, filled with bound volumes and sealed document cases. A single mana lantern sat on the central table, its gentle glow casting a warm amber hue that gave the room a timeless, inviting feel.
Elaine was already there when Leo arrived.
She didn't look up right away, standing at the far shelf with her fingers gently gliding over the spines of bound volumes, as if she had been waiting and had filled her time with work. Her black hair was loose, and the white tips caught the lantern light softly. Her glasses had slipped down her nose, and she seemed content to leave them there, adding a touch of casual charm to her thoughtful presence.
