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The elf walked closer to Cala, his deep purple and green robes fluttering over the ground as he came almost face to face with her. The lady could feel his sweet smelling breath, like that of lilacs, against her face which was a strange sensation as he was most assuredly not alive. He regarded her for long moments, his delicately curved eyebrows knitting together in thought a few times.
"So Glioca has sent you has she," is was not a question more of a statement as be backed away from her. It may have seemed odd that he knew who Glioca was, but he was apparently dead for countless thousands of Eras yet had written pages in the book since his death. "For information on Car'hilan and the diadem he created." He had his back turned to Cala know and a hand to his pointed chin.
"Tell me child, what exactly do you want to know about the crafter of the last royals crown?" Turning to face her he faded out of sight for a moment as the obelisk blinked and then came back to life.
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