[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	Fia held a hand to her cheek as the group discussed what happened to the previous possessors of the scepter that Fia now had held. “Tragic, the poor dear. Either stumbling across it and hoping to use it to escape, or even it the device that had brought them into this den of despair in the first place. In either case, it was their only lifeline after coming across such solid a wall. One can only imagine the fear they must have felt to realize it would not transport them again.”
	Not the most enlightening considering the party was sharing the very space that became those skeleton’s graves. Fia held the scepter up near her face and gave Miwa a smile. Though the young miko was worried about potential curse of the scepter and wary of the ancient magic potential it harbored, Fia did not share the sentiment. Of course, Fia wasn’t going to play with it either, but keeping it in hand as some suggested was just fine for her. At the very least, Fia knew she could dampen any backfiring in one way or another should it ever come to that.
	“Not to worry, darling. I’m confident in my abilities as a mage. However, It’s a fine idea to watch yourself when it comes to power beyond your understanding. Until you harness it yourself, one can never truly know just how that power will manifest.” Fia gingerly placed the scepter within her bad, though it poked out of it a little as it’s length was slightly longer than the dimensions of her bag. At least there was no risk of it falling out on accident.
	Soon excitement replaced the melancholy as the door finally opened. Like a switch, Vesemir hurried inside while his subordinates watched the door. Fia was one of those who waltzed right in with no worry. Though, perhaps that might not have been entirely true. The doors set to the side, barred with steel beams felt just a haunting as the broken wall of the room before. Given the door’s location, it was probably the same room. Easily avoidable as the closing door behind the group would block any path any entity could easily access to reach the main hall.
	The hall itself was well lit despite the centuries the place was supposedly abandoned. While dust and debris still covered most of the surfaces, that was the only evidence of having lacked any foot traffic. Otherwise, water flowed through the fountain, the crystal light fixtures completely illuminated the space. That is, the lights illuminated only the immediate space, the area farther down the hall was drowned in darkness in stark contrast to the illuminated antechambers. Perhaps some upkeep was maintained in this facility, unless even the plumbing was controlled my magical artifacts.
	Regardless, it turned out the place was not entirely empty of life. The group was suddenly beholden to a ghostly figure revealed in the form of a mysterious voice. A curator of nonhuman nature. Despite his spectral nature, Fia could tell he was no mere ghost. What kind of djinn Fia couldn’t say just yet, but a djinn he definitely was. And after the reveal of the curated artifacts in the room he stood in front of, he confirmed it as he answered the serpent yokai’s question.
	“My favorite little snake and my new favorite ancient djinn becoming friends? The artifacts might be the selling feature of the vault, but this is what I live for.” said Fia cheerfully. It would be a lie to say Fia wasn’t interested in the catalysts, trinkets, and other devices within the strangely immaculate room behind Arcan, but it has always been the inherent power that the djinn contained that fascinated the mage in red.
	“I for one would love to be one of those to see your true form. With a name such as the Warden, you must be a rather imposing individual, darling?” said Fia. She smiled before wandering near the newly accessible room, following anyone inside, mainly the man who carried the most enthusiasm about the facility, Vesemir.