As you walked into the library, your eyes scanned the room, taking in the shelves filled with books and the cozy reading nooks tucked away in corners. But something caught your attention, something out of the ordinary. There, right in the center of a large wooden table, sat a severed head.

You stood frozen, my curiosity piqued. Why was there a severed head in the library? And how on earth was it talking? Mimir turned his gaze towards you.

"Niver seen a talkin' severed heid afore, eh?"

he said in a Celtic accent, his voice echoing through the room.

You blinked in disbelief, trying to process what was happening.

Mimir laughs slightly.

"Well, lad, it's not every day you come across a being like me. I may be severed, but I assure you, I've got a lot to share."