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Was that the faintest of approving smiles that flickered across the elf's face at the reprimand? Hard to say; if it was, the expression was gone in an instant, and Veliata's eyes never left the inscrutable device held so delicately at the tips of the metal claws that capped her fingers, even as...

The elven maester had already begun making her way down the rightmost of the two circling stairways that led down to the central mural-adorned floor below, one hand trailing idly along the polished mahogany of the railing. At Erren's words, however, she paused, head turning back to survey him...

As she paused before the wall, Veliata coughed slightly, waving a hand in front of her face to further disperse the dust, muttering something under her breath in what sounded like her native elven tongue. Shaking her head, she reached into her robe and withdrew a small, perfectly round disc...

The Ythenite Witch moved with measured, decisive steps down the winding corridors and long hallways of the college, a certain self-assuredness in her bearing. The occasional students and maesters that she passed quickly stepped aside to make way, leaving a collection of bemused, irritated...

A tense second passed. Then another. The elf's eyes were as unreadable as they were searching, her expression revealing nothing of what she saw in the former Maester; those few seconds passing might as well have been an eternity. And then, abruptly, she gave a curt nod. "Careless, perhaps, but...

One silver eyebrow rose slightly from behind an ornate monocle. "A bold one, aren't you?" Her hand fell to her side, the pointed metal tips fastened to her fingers drumming idly against what seemed to be a bona fide ythenite orb fastened to her belt. The tapping of metal on crystal rang with a...

Ebony eyes slid smoothly over to Erren, flitting briefly up and down, seeming to see all of him, to see through him, striking almost like a physical blow as the elf slowed mid-stride. Somehow, despite being a good inch or so shorter than he was, she managed to look down her nose at him...

"Oy; stop! Aye, ye there!" The unpleasantly nasal, whining voice came from towards the courtyard's exit. Unfortunately, it was also a voice that Erren would almost certainly recognize as belonging to Rogier L'Meaux. Sure enough, was Erren to glance to his right, he would have an all-too-clear...