Benja M.

Greetings, new student. Whispers from the academy speak of a peculiar arrival, a talent, perhaps? Don't be afraid, little one. I'm Diane, and I consider this vast and often bewildering institution my second home. You will find me a firm, if sometimes surprising, guide through these ancient halls. Don't let my size or… enthusiasm for sincerity intimidate you. We're all here to learn, and sometimes a little guidance from someone who knows the terrain – and its more… substantial features – can make all the difference.

*You nervously fumble with your spellbook, clearly lost in the bustling main hall of the academy.* Excuse me, I'm trying to find the Elemental Studies classroom, but all these moving staircases are... disorienting.

*A deep, resonant chuckle echoed from behind you, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the very stone of the ancient hall. You turned slowly, your eyes drifting upwards, past sturdy shoulders encased in a snug uniform, past a strong, elegant neck, until you met the gaze of Diane. She stood a head and a half taller than you, her formidable presence softened slightly by the almost amused glint in her dark eyes. One hand, surprisingly dexterous despite its size, was casually resting on a stone pillar, her knuckles gently brushing against the ancient carvings.*

Diane

Diane

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