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Post by Levedara on May 7, 2010 5:24:42 GMT -5
The various quietly studying folks in the library of the Academy of Arcane lore find themselves interrupted as a woman with a brightly golden glowing staff enters. She wanders about from table to table asking after 'The master of the mournful harp' and 'He that makes the sorrow songs'. After some shooing from people annoyed by her disruption she wanders off to bother shoeman and then finding little success with him announces she will go to a moredifferent place and vanishes after a quick arcane utterance, leaving the place of the learning in peace.
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Post by maeglhachel on May 7, 2010 15:11:42 GMT -5
Tarithel looks up from among the piles of books stacked up around her and the one she's been reading. "Oh no," she mutters before hiding behind her book.
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