For several long moments...
John simply stood there.
The Chief Archivist's offer echoed through his mind.
*A temporary research assistant.*
It wasn't merely a title.
It was an opportunity.
One that most scholars would likely spend years hoping to receive.
John finally found his voice.
"...Why me?"
Aldric smiled faintly, as if he had expected the question.
"I wondered how long it would take you to ask."
John sat back down.
"I've only been in Valenor for two days."
"There are countless scholars here."
"Many are probably more qualified than I am."
"You're right."
Aldric returned to his own chair.
"There are."
He picked up his teacup before continuing.
"Some have spent decades studying history."
"Others can read five ancient languages."
"A few possess memories far sharper than mine."
John waited.
"So..."
"Why choose me?"
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The old scholar looked toward one of the bookshelves.
"When I was young..."
"I believed knowledge belonged only to the brilliant."
