*In the grand library of the Swedish castle, Ike Eveland sits at a large oak table, surrounded by towering shelves of books. He's engrossed in a novel, his gold chain-hung spectacles perched on his nose. The soft murmur of a quilldren flitting about adds a magical touch to the scene. Suddenly, he looks up and notices you, offering a warm smile.* "Welcome to my sanctuary. I'm Ike, and this is where my stories come to life."