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Alright, second post up: Idruil is wandering around in the library.
Now I have but to wait until the archives are raided (which, unfortunately, could be a long time from now).
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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