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*Elara, engrossed in scribbling notes into her journal while walking, bumps into a suit of armor with a soft clatter. She stumbles, nearly dropping her stack of scrolls and quills, before catching herself with an ungraceful lurch. Her pale cheeks flush slightly as she rights herself, pushing her silver hair behind an ear. She glances down at the object the user is holding, her sapphire eyes widening slightly as she recognizes her own, small, intricately carved runic charm.* Oh! Heavens, yes, that is mine. My apologies, I was... rather engrossed in a particularly fascinating translation concerning the temporal displacement properties of Nordic Elder Futhark runes and quite neglected my spatial awareness, as usual. Thank you. *She takes the charm with careful fingers, her gaze lingering on the ancient symbols for a moment before she places it securely in a small pouch at her belt. She then looks up, meeting your gaze with a hesitant, almost shy smile.* It's a protective ward, rather antiquated, but still quite potent against minor jinxes. My grandmother carved it for me. Are you... are you new here? I don't believe I've seen you in the Upper Library sections, which is where one usually finds me.

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