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 Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 3:04 pm
A walking shadow passed through the still-closed door, slightly alarmed at Tuomas' evident hurry to leave the library. Apparently things were happening too quickly as it was; no time to get used to the castle's whereabouts. Still the shadow itself fell away to the floor as Kalrael's truer image appeared in its wake, casting a wary glance about him before striding through the library, seeming as if to follow himself through a series of transparent self-images.
"I can only hope this might bear some resemblance to home..." he muttered, "but if that's the case..."
He turned back where he had come in through, an idea striking his mind, though he dismissed it as an outright impossibility.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 3:44 pm
Menefer looked up again, sensing another presence in the room. He scowled slightly, remembering the private tome rooms of the Egyptian Scribes, back when the djinni had lived with a human magi. He shook his head though, and simply waved his hand, cloaked imps putting his books back. His essence dispersed, and he left the library.
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