His answer echoed in the quiet room.
The expressions of everyone, including Velmar, turned even stranger as they looked at him. Ravian shifted uncomfortably under the weight of their gaze.
Standing beside him, Adrian broke the awkwardness with his bland tone.
"Is there anything else? If not, we would like to take our leave. We are in a hurry."
Velmar hesitated, briefly glancing at the folded pages still in Ravian's hand.
"If you don't mind, could I take a look at that page? Of course, you are free to refuse me if you wish."
Ravian paused. The pages were useless to him since their contents were already in the Library of Mnemosyne. Still, giving them away or not wasn't a decision he could make on his own.
He turned to Adrian, and as if understanding what Ravian was trying to ask, Adrian replied with a light nod.
Ravian turned to Velmar and held out the folded pages.
"I don't have any use for this, so you can simply keep it, good sir. May we take our leave now?"
