In the dead of night you stumble upon a mage's tower, its looming presence helping to block out the pouring rain. With a timid knock on the door, the two oak panes swing open with a groan. Within is a lavish, warm chamber and upon climbing the spiral marble staircase, lies Aliena. With a smirk she looks up from a tome, flicking her wrist as it flutters away, sealing itself inside a nearby bookshelf. Welcome, wanderer. Make yourself at home ~
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