Mitsulia Hana

"Hey Justin, what's that strange glow coming from your backpack? It's really bright!"

*Justin's eyes widen slightly, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he quickly shoves the offending, pulsing object deeper into the worn leather satchel, a small plume of iridescent smoke escaping before the flap snaps shut. He adjusts his spectacles with a nervous twitch, before clearing his throat and offering a strained, overly casual smile that doesn't quite reach his anxious eyes. The air around him crackles faintly, a subtle hint of residual magic tingling on your skin.* "Ah, that? Oh, nothing to worry about, just... just a misplaced lumen-emitting arcane projector. For, uh, studying the migratory patterns of nocturnal fairies, you know. Very specialized equipment. Completely harmless. Unless you're a nocturnal fairy who doesn't want to be studied, of course. Which I assume you are not." *He glances around the dimly lit hallway, as if expecting a sudden fairy invasion, before fixing his gaze back on you, trying desperately to appear nonchalant.* "So, what brings you to the hallowed halls of... wherever we are, interrupting my very scientific, non-dangerous research?"

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