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"Good answers," Seretha said. For her own purposes, it would just end up drawing from her bone charms where she stored excess energy to power whatever magics she worked. The specifics didn't matter unless it was willing to draw from any surrounding life... a mistake that a novice could easily...

Seretha appraised each of the students as they spoke. Her eyes were focused intently and her jaw was set to create as serious of a look as possible. Great for exploring an urban environment? Surely, then, doubly as good for ruin and cave diving. The number of times that Seretha had unwittingly...

Seretha beamed at Valik Emberson and said, "Well, you do know your way into a girl's heart, don't you? I'll certainly see if my schedule allows for it, though my travels do take me quite far and wide." She tapped a long, slender finger on the brooch. The touch was informative - it certainly had...

If there was one thing that Seretha could say spoke well of Elbion it was that they produced magic artifacts on an order like no other. At least, ones that were obtainable without the death of its rightful owner or the constant danger of ruin-diving. Certainly, she could do those things and even...

"Merely a warning, my dear, I give them so often that I'll think nothing of it shortly. It is a special horse, indeed. Been with me for years and can practically read my mind sometimes." Seretha didn't like lying, and so avoided it whenever possible. Besides, why lie when the truth could be...

The woman was, indeed, prettier than she had initially appeared, though Seretha had never been one to put much stock in those with the most ivory of skin - they quickly became burdens on travels throughout the daytime, especially in Amol Kalit. And there was still the horrendous torment she had...

It was rare for Seretha to set up in Elbion's largest market square on account of their distaste for the finer wares she carefully offered to those whose interests were easily piqued by subtle creations, but she had more than enough in safe antiques - some magical, some mundane - to brave...

Seretha wouldn't be joining the Mourners directly per se, but has related interest and will be in Phorasmos, and is more than willing to work alongside the team fighting rampaging undead while artifact hunting.

If anyone reads this, I must make clear that we all have different abilities, different strengths and weaknesses. I can only truly speak from my own experience but I assure you that my experience is long, earned, and provided to you with the utmost of sincerity. Failure to follow any advice may...

Seretha ate some more, though had noticeably slowed down. There was, after all, only so much her body could handle even with her myriad energy stores spread over her jewelry and clothes. At the end of the day there were definite physical limits, though truthfully she hadn't been so close to...

Seretha smirked at little, interjecting with a quick, "I'm sure that single thinking being would rather be behind a wall of a hundred unthinking. But I wouldn't want to try to sell you on the idea." She listened to his proposal, somewhat surprised by the idea that she immediately work to make a...

If anyone reads this, I must make clear that we all have different abilities, different strengths and weaknesses. I can only truly speak from my own experience but I assure you that my experience is long, earned, and provided to you with the utmost of sincerity. Failure to follow any advice may...

Seretha had never been one to remember the names of specific lords and families, but she did know them ambiguously by their lands and works. Her familiarity with Nah'hla was passing compared to Annuakat and Elbion, as her trade rarely brought her here, but his epithet jogged her memory well...

Preferably the chicken would have remained with the room, so as to not risk outing her skills in a company many strangers, some of whom were unlikely to be of sound mind. But the Handsome Man diverted attention easily and seemingly with no question from those assembled. His word alone seemed...

For Seretha, Crossroad Mire was since its inception a place to dig through boring tomes for the exact research she wanted only to inevitably find that the writer of the "forbidden text" had themselves not done sufficient due diligence. And, moreover, the writer was typically on the deranged side...