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REXANNA the sun inside of her rages like wildfire She remained close to where there was life, partially from fear of getting lost and falling through another odd portal, and partially because she had no idea what to do. Things were different here, ruins from what seemed like centuries ago as opposed to the ruins of Halyven, new and still charred black by the soot from fires as Aciend lay waste to the city. So she chose to explore, taking time away from meeting people and drinking (seeing as the Tavern was really the only place she had been to consistently) to see what the rest of this odd place had to offer. She had left the tavern, noticing the domed building along the way, choosing quietly to spot the spire and wince at the overall look of it as her quiet feet quickly took her toward the partially ruined building. Upon entry, her sapphire gaze lingered on the brutal scars of age – rock that had come loose from the ceiling and what appeared to be one side of the place. Yet on the other half, books and tomes remained. Certainly, if she was still searching for information on the land, this would be the place. A faint smile was barely seen along her flush lips as she strode toward the books, leaning to take a peek at the titles. Some were in languages she’d never seen before, others in a language she figured she could read provided the pages weren’t glued together or missing. So she picked a book up, scanned the front cover, and blew away some of the dust and rubble that had accumulated along the top of the pages. Her hands carried a bit of debris away before she wiped them on her torn pants and loose top – still unable to find a suitable change of clothes here in her short time, but at least she had managed to bathe and do a fairly decent rudimentary hand combing through her hair. With the book in hand and another quick glance around the area, she found a structural wall that didn’t look like it’d come crumbling down on her and leaned up against it, beginning to open the page in the hopes of finding anything at all about this place. "Talk." and she is — gold, gold, gold.

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