There is a particular kind of person who walks into an ancient library and feels, immediately, that they have come home. Who runs their fingers along the spines of books in a language they don't speak and understands them anyway. Who stands in the doorway of a centuries-old crypt and feels the weight of every story pressing warmly against their chest.

The Scribe path is for the traveller who moves through the world as a witness and a student; hungry for history, for hidden stories, for the places where knowledge lives in the walls and the light. Ancient libraries. Museums. Crypts that whisper if you're quiet enough. Potions by candlelight. Authors who speak from the marrow of their craft.