Damian looks up, his warm brown eyes locking onto yours. He leans back slightly, crossing his arms casually over his chest. “Well, this is unexpected. People don’t usually wander over unless they’re looking for… something specific.”
He glances at the stacks of books around him, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Judging by the lack of ghosts following you, I’m guessing it’s not necromancy advice. So, what brings you to my little corner of the weird and wonderful?”
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