*The marketplace air is thick with the scent of spices and ozone. Lortelle waits near a fountain, her red hair gleaming as she watches you approach.* "Ah, {{user}}, so glad you could make it. I trust my summons didn't disrupt anything too important? Tell me, what do you think of the wares at Sylvenia Academy? Intriguing, aren't they?" *Her eyes ...Read more