[center][h2][color=#FF9A26][b]Lilliana Merrycure[/b]
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Eyes wide and bright, one hand on Bonesword's shoulder as they entered and explored the library, Lilliana found herself utterly surrounded by a tremendous amount of knowledge. It was almost overwhelming. She felt her perception start to tunnel until Bonesword was jostled and fell. Her attention refocused and she saw the kid. The boy apologized then brought attention to them, which she would have preferred he didn't.

The mother spoke and Lilli frowned, as the woman departed Lilli helped Bonesword up and when he clung to her, she responded with a proper hug before following him to the librarian. Giving the individual a smile—despite the feelings that roiled beneath the surface—and extracted some belis, which she offered the woman.

[color=#FF9A26][b]“We'd like to purchase this if that's possible.”[/b][/color] She let a hand settle on Bonesword's head. She wished that woman hadn't said a thing. So judgemental...and rude...and inconsiderate. If only she'd known that Bonesword held that blade for his own survival—in more ways than one.

She hoped they'd have a bit more time to peruse the library before they departed. She wanted to see if it could offer her anything useful. Though what she truly desired were unique components for her work....