| Page 353 - The Inner Sun - Ren., Am. |
| Renavoid, the Archivist, is sitting on the bed in Marind's Room, his head in one hand despairingly, when Amoran enters the room. "Hello, Young One...please, have a seat." She quietly sits on the rug in the room and watches the Archivist trace his long quill through the air, spelling out the word "Turmoil" with the golden, sparking trace it leaves behind in the air. "What do you understand about personal strife?" ... |
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