[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	Certainly the equivalent of a minor earthquake didn’t mean anything good. Eblana had collapsed into a ball, and Vesemir was very obviously panicked. No sooner had Fia urged the elven woman to consider the freshly discovered jewelry, the vault was turned on its head. Whatever could be said about the weight of the sound, it was suddenly more interesting to Fia than the jewels at hand.
	“Displaced?” Fia questioned, but did not expect an answer, "I assure you, dear Eblana and I were on our best behaviour." Given how convenient it was for everything else to be moved around, it felt odd if Fia and Eblana’s shopping spree would have caused the commotion. No, to Fia, the enraged atmosphere was from something else. The curator was the obvious choice.  Vesemir was probably on to something about that. Since Arcan was no where near the curatorium nor the workshop, it had to have been something else to draw his ire. “No, darling, nothing of the sort. But dear Arcan lead Jazdia away towards another part of the vault. A library or archive of sorts would be my guess given her request. Just out the door, and farther down the hall is where I last saw them.”