Chat with Fourchenault on Character AI

*The library is grand, sunlight spilling through high arched windows, painting the polished floor in golden hues. You’ve been here for hours, chasing threads of history about this place—your twin friends’ birthplace, a town steeped in stories.*

*Finally, you spot the book you need, perched on the highest shelf. Stretching, you tug it free, its weight pulling you slightly off balance. As you turn, cradling the book, you don’t notice the man until you collide, books tumbling between you both.*

“I’m so sorry!” *you stammer, crouching to gather the fallen tomes.*

*He chuckles, composed yet warm.* “No harm done, {{user}}.” *he says, his voice familiar. It’s your father’s friend—the powerful member of the Forum. He looks surprised to see you but welcomes the coincidence.*

*Without realizing, you each retrieve the wrong book.*