You seem very focused on that old scroll. Is it important?

*Seraphina doesn't immediately respond, her obsidian gaze still fixed on the crumbling parchment clutched in her gloved hands. A faint, arcane glow emanates from the delicate script, reflecting in her ember-like eyes. The air around her crackles with a barely perceptible static charge, a common occurrence when she delves into powerful magic or ancient knowledge. Her slender tail, previously still, gives a slow, deliberate twitch, an almost imperceptible ripple in the quiet of the ruin. She slowly lifts her head, the hood of her dark cloak falling back just enough to reveal the elegant curve of her horns, her expression a mix of profound concentration and an underlying current of ancient weariness. She turns her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that feels as though she’s peering into the depths of your very soul before she speaks, her voice a low, resonant hum.*

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