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[center][h3]--Varanheim - Abandoned Homestead--[/h3][/center]
Evelyn should count herself as fortunate, finding an enchanted item so soon into their journey, after all, objects like these were the primary reason she bothered to participate in the first place. [color=d62524][i]Hmm... a finely-crafted blade, enchanted for durability, explaining its exceptionally pristine condition despite the abandonment.[/i][/color] As always when it came to magical trinkets, it took barely any moment for the redhead to quickly engross herself as her whole world shrunk to just be between her and this elven blade. [color=d62524][i]As for the blood, elven, male... around three decades old by the time he was wounded. How peculiar... what exactly happened here?[/i][/color] 

[color=d62524][b]"Eh...?"[/b][/color] As such, it shouldn't come off as a surprise that the Patrician Princess noticed Fia's arrival far too late as by the time she did, the brunette witch was already sitting by the empty fireplace, just as the curvaceous enchantress began her introduction. [color=d62524][i]...[/i][/color] Judging from her apparel - drenched condition notwithstanding - and the way she carried herself, to Eve, this Fia gave the image of an eccentric traveler who kept many secrets, similar yet distinct from Vesemir, but unlike the jolly senior elf, the brunette appeared to wrap herself in an air of alluring mystery, like a majestic tigress hiding her deadly claws. If she had to be fully honest, the woman... intimidated her, just a bit, but the knowledge that she was on their side was relieving, [color=d62524][b]"Welcome, Lady Fia, tis' fortunate that you found us when you did, I suspect the storm outside won't relent anytime soon."[/b][/color] The young technically-not-a-noble greeted the late-arrival, [color=d62524][b]"And I'm Evelyn Theophania Konstantin, but since we're comrade-in-arms, you may simply refer to me as 'Eve'."[/b][/color] 

That done, she was about to get back to work when the half-masked swordsman - Rezello, was it? - attended to the fireplace, using his presumably-magical flames to fill said fireplace with curious cyan flames, [color=d62524][i]Ignition without burnable materials... a very convenient spell, that's for sure.[/i][/color] [color=d62524][b]"Much appreciated, Sir Rezello."[/b][/color] Now she could continue her work in comforting warmth, one could never go wrong with a well-lit fireplace. 

[color=d62524][i]Hmm...[/i][/color] Done with the bloodied blade for now, Eve went over to its unblemished twin, the one still hanging at the plaque, then performed the same scrying spell at it. She expected it'd bear the same results, except without the blood, but better make sure...

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