Silax's eyes glinted ominously in the light of the Archivum. He stared at the man for a couple of seconds, then leaned away from the towering spines lining the shelves.
The man followed him to a table in a secluded corner of the Archivum.
Silax gracefully pulled out a chair, its wood groaning under the unfamiliar weight. His pointed ears twitched, picking up the tremor in the man's hand as he settled into his seat.
"Before we delve into your anything, it would be courteous to know your name."
The man was slightly startled. He rubbed a hand over his unshaven face, leaving a dark smudge across his cheek.
"Apologies." The man said hoarsely, his voice rough as if from disuse.
"Walton. My name is Walton."
Silax inclined his head in a gesture of acknowledgment.
"Walton, then. Tell me, what makes you believe that what I seek is the same forgotten knowledge you seek, and that it has anything to do with absorption?"