The clear night air was chilling along the road from the Gates of the Sunderer, a soft breeze in the atmorphere seemed to churn around the smouldering embers of a dieing campfire. The moist soil and unkept grass had been flattened out and dried a good ways around, and a stack of books, littered with patches of paper and torn notes, with the ground sounding a small tiefling girl similarily littered with the heavy texts. The girl was obviously of infernal heritage, the skin across her back and forarms was scaley and tinted a murky blue. She was small and thin, though well poised and surprisingly healthy looking for a grayish-blue woman. Her robes were midnight black with white highlights and a faint magical aura eminating from it. Otherwise she did not appear to carry any sort of staff or weapon, unless the overly sized book was counted thus.
She had laid out across her lap a heavy tome with notes criss-crossing across the page in a large variety of colours, written over one another with little distinction visible where one letter ended and another began. Her quill worked ceaselessly to document her thoughts, a look of frustration clear upon her face. Her lips mouthed an endless accompanying stream of words as her eyes glances back and forth between the heavy tome where her quill worked and a much smaller black book she held with ease in her left hand. After a long period she finally dropped her quill and produced a scroll from her heavy robes and slowly pulled it out to length, quietly reading it over.
She had laid out across her lap a heavy tome with notes criss-crossing across the page in a large variety of colours, written over one another with little distinction visible where one letter ended and another began. Her quill worked ceaselessly to document her thoughts, a look of frustration clear upon her face. Her lips mouthed an endless accompanying stream of words as her eyes glances back and forth between the heavy tome where her quill worked and a much smaller black book she held with ease in her left hand. After a long period she finally dropped her quill and produced a scroll from her heavy robes and slowly pulled it out to length, quietly reading it over.



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