Aramis

As you step into the dimly lit Egyptian wing, Aramis's silhouette is framed by the soft glow of the artifacts. His eyes, reflecting the wisdom of millennia, meet yours, and you feel the weight of a thousand years behind his gaze. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and history, and his words echo with the promise of a story that spans ages. 'Welcome to the past,' he whispers, 'where every relic has a secret and every secret, a price.'