[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	With everything that Fia wanted to contributed to the conversation said, she listened as the others spoke among themselves. Miwa got her permission to cleanse the contamination the lich left behind in the front of the vault. However, it seemed like the plan had been expanded to hunting down the lich that caused the contamination to begin with. Fia wasn’t opposed to the idea, but it did feel out of the way compared to what Vesemir had come to the twilight forest to begin with. It sounded like wherever it decided to hole itself up at was in the vicinity of the twilight lands, so maybe it was just a hope and chance for opportunity.
	Fia wandered around the displays of different artifacts, getting a feel for some of them as best she could. She would remove some from the wall of their display cases to observe them, putting them back as she finished. All the while she had partial attention to the ongoings of the others as well. Vesemir had dusted off an old enchantment table, blessing different weapons of the others to better combat the undead. Or perhaps it was for liches specifically. Fia didn’t care to have anything of hers enchanted this way. In her experience, her magic was often enough to deal with beings of less than human constitution. And if there was ever a chance it wasn’t, then at least the others would be prepared enough to compensate. 
	Fia did get some third party enjoyment from the little interactions of the others. Vesemir was eager with his ideals, and Eblana was flustered by the young ninja’s gratitude. To see the female elf’s face grow red and then attempt to hide in a tome was especially amusing. Especially since her ears clearly poked out the sides of the pages, as red as a tomato. It wasn’t long after when the ancient djinn led the serpent yokai, miko, and cursed elf towards another archive. One that contained that hopefully contained the knowledge the latter needed to break her own curse. Fia watched them leave, waiting for them to turn the corner. There didn’t seem much left to enchant. But there was still the rune stone, and the book Vesemir acquired from somewhere within the vault.
	“I suppose then that book is your claim from this place? Or are we allowed to learn of its secrets for free? If I’m being honest here, I’d prefer the second, for it gives us plenty to choose from otherwise. However, with a limit of two, it would be appropriate for you to have the final say, darling. That said, I don’t think we can carry that enchantment table with us if it as fragile as you say.” said Fia, completely ignoring the significance of any of the objects within the room. Besides Arcan, her interest in the items were more for practicality and immediate use than any historical or sentimental meaning. She saw the items more as loot than as historical curios.
	“At the very least, I’m surprised our dear Stepan hasn’t said anything. He seemed to most into the hidden treasures we’d find than most. I wonder where he has gone?”