[He can't help but grumble a bit. One empty book and a quill don't make up for the piles and piles of scrolls left behind back on his desk. He pulls the book out and looks at it, for the first time noticing the name inscribed on it. Somehow, he's not surprised that it's something he's already heard here.]
"Biancabella." This is what those children were calling me...
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[He can't help but grumble a bit. One empty book and a quill don't make up for the piles and piles of scrolls left behind back on his desk. He pulls the book out and looks at it, for the first time noticing the name inscribed on it. Somehow, he's not surprised that it's something he's already heard here.]
"Biancabella." This is what those children were calling me...