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Ellenara turned, watching once more as the mountains slowly gobbled up the lonesome star. She felt almost like she needed to bid farewell, as if watching an old friend pass through the threshold of her home. Within her wistful trance, she still listened, merely letting the words meet her ear rather than seek them out. But she pulled herself from it as the others became audibly more curious of something. 

Before many of the introductions had been made, this young Duchess had offered them a small stash of magical artefacts essentially on a platter. Some were even quite precious, dangerous, and possibly ancient beyond even Ellenara's time. The wizened elf silently recounted the days when such items would have to be hunted down amidst the lair of a fearsome drake many times beyond a young adventurer's stature, or plucked from the stiff, rotting hand of a slumbering undead lord within its own sarcophagus. Such treasures must have such stories to tell, and carry the invisible stain of the blood spilled for their purchase. 

And now, these items were offered as easily as swords among candy. How far-flung those days seemed, after countless more had aged their memory to only the barest recognition. 

And yet, like toys, they were being accepted by children far too eager to ascertain their properties. It was clear that they had not bid themselves with as much caution as they might give the objects of their curiosity. Elle could see within the twinkle of the halfling's eyes that the cards in particular must've been as of much grave importance as Ada had hinted at, despite the vocalized ignorance of some of the others. She hadn't recognized them herself, as they seemed to be a stack of illusionary trifles that she had seen in action once upon a time, but she knew not to trust her memory always, as it often failed her. 

Ellenara stepped forward, making her presence known before the Duchess was to hand over the cards. [color=yellow]"My name is Ellenara Ann'leah,"[/color] she spoke broadly to the group before focusing her attention to Ada, [color=yellow]"Now, I may only be an old goat myself, but you seem to know me as Seeker. So, may I ask something of you, Miss?"[/color] Despite her rather youthful appearance, which was certainly more pronounced than a few within their party, she still referred to herself as elderly. Which, given her elven heritage, might even seem believable. [color=yellow]"I know that I must be speaking amongst incredibly capable warriors and mystics, but if these cards are as extreme as you warn, would it perhaps be best to leave it within the hands of someone who you know will have the measured judgement necessary to wield such a thing?"[/color] she said, nodding over to the greyed human from whom Ada had received a gift. 

As the girl pondered this, Elle stepped forward once again to sift through the little trinkets handed over to the group. She pulled at one that stuck out among the others, one that shone with a dull, golden radiance within the dying sunlight. After clipping the device to her knife-edged ear, she bowed humbly toward her host. [color=yellow]"And, if you don't mind terribly, may you show us to this grand library of yours? I haven't had a good read in [i]ages.[/i]"[/color][/color][/indent][/indent]