[color=fff79a]Evfimiia Serdiatnitskiia[/color][hr]

Grass.

She was standing on grass with a stunned look on her face, breathing in air free from the smell of musty tomes and dusty shelves. Evfimiia had been investigating that odd aisle, but she had no memory of any sort of transition to this place. Just a blink, and everything changed around her. It was quite beyond her, to be suddenly transitioned into this place during her free time.

Speaking of free time, she was still carrying one of those raunchier books she was planning to read then. Blushing slightly, she quickly bound the book in silk, hiding the covers and thus the title, before stowing it into her skirt. 

The open area wasn't at all unpleasant to her. Her lineage was one evolved for hunting after all; large wide open spaces like these weren't foreign to her kind. The crowd of people, however, made her feel very uncomfortable, not just from fear that they might cast her out for being different, but just because she wasn't that great around people in general. At the very least, there seemed to be a diverse set of races in this area, far beyond her own knowledge of races that existed. 

Her attention was caught suddenly by a crowd of people gathering in a place, murmuring about 'marks' and 'caves'. Pushing through the crowd, she was just in time to see what seemed to be a marble man furiously charging at the cave, only to be repelled by an invisible barrier.

[i]A mark on the back of our hands?[/i]

Evfimiia peeled off her glove just a little, enough to see a fresh mark on the back, before putting it back on again. She had the mark, but was she really going to enter some cave just because she was one of those who could? Wouldn't this be rather dangerous? There seemed to be one already there, seemingly waiting for more of these people with marks to show up, and another clad in a robe, who simply went in on her own. 

Content to simply meld into the crowd, her mind turned towards the girl there, eyeing her oddly thick hair and strange colorings. 

No sooner than she think about investigating the girl, her mark on her hand shone brightly, its light piercing even the glove on her hand, making the < rune stand out brilliantly with a red glow. A scroll popped out of nowhere, landing neatly in her hand. Utterly confused, she opened the scroll, only to find it contained a lot of information about the girl specifically, though it was mostly entries like morphology, their diet, common features, and even their measurements. 

Having revealed she too had a mark, she had no choice but to address those there. [color=fff79a]"I too, have a mark on my hand."[/color] She took off her glove and revealed the rune on her right hand. [color=fff79a]"Mayhaps I can help, though I am but a simple librarian before, and thus may not be able to help much should unexpected situations arrive."
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Right off the get go, she put out that information. Surely no one would expect a mere [i]librarian [/i]to face danger in some unknown cave that may or may not contain dangerous beasts and traps. That would be ridiculous and goes against all knowledge she has about adventurers and dark caves.