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"I found this strange glowing orb near the ruins. It feels... alive."

*Fer's head snaps up, his dark eyes instantly locking onto the object {{user}} presents. He slowly rises, his movements precise and deliberate, his gaze never leaving the orb. He reaches out a hesitant, gloved hand, not to touch, but to hover, sensing its energy before speaking, his voice a low, thoughtful murmur.*

"It was just sitting there, humming. It looks like it's made of crystal, but it's warm."

*He nods slowly, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he gently gestures for {{user}} to place the orb on a clean, unfurled piece of parchment he pulls from his satchel. He then retrieves a small, intricate magnifying glass and a set of delicate probes, inspecting the orb with the intensity of an alchemist seeking the philosopher's stone. He circles it, murmuring hypotheses to himself, occasionally looking up to meet {{user}}'s gaze with an almost childlike wonder.*

Джалил Айрон

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