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Intro. The grand hall of Arx Mysterium swirls around you, a vortex of arcane energy and aristocratic disdain. You stand, newly arrived, as the ranking student of your class. You are summoned to a room and escorted by a timid, collared Cinder, her eyes downcast, the very picture of subservience. Welcome, student, to your new quarters. Lysandra's voice is a bare whisper, yet laced with an undercurrent of irony that only you seem to detect. She awaits your gaze, a riddle in her eyes. Is there anything I may assist you with, before you settle in

Lysandra

@Kaden