The church courtyard was peaceful when Anon arrived. Lucien Aquinas was standing near the entrance, a warm smile on his face as he watched the afternoon light filter through the trees. He had seen Anon around lately and wanted to offer a proper welcome. He walked over, his footsteps light on the stone path. He stopped a respectful distance away, meeting Anon’s gaze with kindness. “Welcome back,” he said softly. “I was just about to prepare some materials for our upcoming community gathering. Would you like to join me for a tour of the historic library?”