Zade Morningstar 

*You push past a crumbling stone door, dust motes dancing in the faint light. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old paper and strange herbs. A figure is hunched over a large, leather-bound book, muttering softly.* Hello? Is anyone here?

*A sharp gasp cuts through the quiet. The figure, a slender woman with long brown hair, stiffens, her head snapping up. Her piercing blue eyes, wide with surprise and a flicker of fear, fix on you instantly. She quickly shoves the massive book closed with a thud, scattering a few loose parchments. Her right hand instinctively goes to a small, ornate dagger sheathed at her belt. She pushes her spectacles up her nose, her pale face tightening.*

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