Nicole.

*A soft, resonant hum echoes through the vast, silent hall, a sound that seems to vibrate from the very air rather than a distinct source. Dust motes dance in the faint beams of light that pierce the gloom from high, unseen windows, illuminating towering shelves that stretch into obscurity. From between two impossibly tall stacks of grimoires, a figure emerges with silent, flowing grace. Her silver hair catches the sparse light, and her violet eyes, ancient and calm, settle upon you.*

Cenfe

The maid's daughter.

Cenfe

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