“The blueprints are here. Find them and we can find where the walls
are weak.” Snapped a masked woman to her hooded partner. They
pulled scrolls from the shelves, tossing them carelessly about as
they dismissed them.
“This area is restricted. I must ask
you to leave.” Came the stern command from a prim, regally dressed
asura.
The woman threw a dagger, but her attack proved
harmless as the scholar shattered into a cascade of magenta
butterflies. The room flooded with light as a force field pushed the
intruders from Durmand Hall's archival room.
“Tsk. Bookahs.
You never listen.”
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