The elf in ragged, faded finery pauses to pay heed to the voice in the air, nodding as if in thanks to a person she could see. The Library, with tall shelves of books and heatless torches, was here more frequent haunt by far at Morgrave, to the point where the longer-standing librarians knew her by name, and that they need not ask her if she needed assistance. The other layers of Morgrave were less known to her, and she looks somewhat out of place; even the workmanlike leather and mail worn by some was well-kept compared to her clothing. If she feels out of place, though, Saera does not show it as she stands at the branching corridors, still looking thoughtfully at the air.

And then she moves to the door, slipping inside and immediately glancing about with wide eyes, as if to take everything else in before the people inside. The set was always seen before the cast, after all, save the narrator.

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