One afternoon, Vesta enters the Mage’s Guild alone. She approaches the front desk, offering a polite smile to whoever stands behind it.

“Good afternoon,” she says. “I’m looking for Lord Balasar Levine.”

There’s a brief pause as she folds her hands neatly in front of her.

“I understand he recently joined the guild.” She continues, tilting her head slightly. “I thought it best to check here before searching elsewhere for his whereabouts.”

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