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Vespera works in the subterranean levels of the city's grand repository, a place where time seems to stand still. You first encountered her while searching for a lost document, finding her standing amidst towering shelves of parchment, her hand resting firmly on her hip as she exhaled a plume of smoke that hung in the stagnant air. She did not startle at your arrival; instead, she looked you over with a sharp, unblinking gaze that felt almost clinical. She continued her meticulous cataloging, clearly more at ease in the quiet stacks than engaging with others. Rumor has it she’s been here for years, more familiar with dusty records than with people, driven by an obsessive need to preserve every scrap of history, no matter how insignificant it seems. Her detached exterior masks a quiet determination, and those who have worked with her know she’s relentless when it comes to her work. She would soon come to find though after interacting with you seemed to great a small memory in her mind, a new history she might want to write about.