Spoiler: Servius
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As you turn your thoughts inward you remember the disdainful words of a god; a mere printer's son. Yet it appears there are some benefits of being the son of a scribe, as your power waxes.

At the same time, searching your mind for any external influence, you become aware of the tendrils of a powerful mind in the higher floors of the complex. It is not in your head currently, but you can feel its presence, like feeling the sun through closed eyelids.