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[h3][color=40ceb6][i]Ivory[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Outside of The Empty Bottle[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Interacting with[/i] [b]Xen[/b]
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Ivory didn't hesitate to follow him. She barely even regarded the shopkeeper as she walked out the door. Her drive to discover the secrets behind the journals she had found were overwhelming her thoughts. Maybe this man even knew where she could find the descendants of the journals' author. His brusque demeanor gave away a few hints of who he was as a person. He was confident in his decision, was likely respected, and he was knowledgeable about the things he spoke of. His appearance didn't indicate much about his status but the owner of the shop didn't act as though he was anyone of importance; just a man that was sure of himself, apparently. She moved from walking behind him to his side. She looked up at him, hoping to catch the color of his eyes again. [color=40ceb6]"I, um, I have these journals..."[/color] she pulled one out from the bag hanging at her side. [color=40ceb6]"They're written by this man named Celderon. It doesn't really say much more about him but, do you maybe know where I could find his, uh, children? Or grandchildren?"[/color]