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[Color=F6DC88][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=F6DC88][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lumineer Cottage, North Pass
[Color=F6DC88][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] Zeva [@Pink Khione]
[Color=F6DC88][b]Mention:[/b][/color] Bardulf [@Lava Alckon]
[Color=F6DC88][b]Equipment:[/b][/color][url=https://image.lexica.art/full_jpg/fe1a7615-8f40-4770-a213-03d1a0bd857c]Fancy Ring[/url], [url=https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/057/087/591/large/vellectrum-eternal-circles-series-c-6.jpg?1670808004]Cold Ring (with Zeva)[/url], Oak Wood Staff, Brown Leather Fingerless Channeling Gloves (not worn), Transmission Bracelet, 659 Amas.
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Mister Luum had been grinning ear to ear as his finger pressed against the skull indicated on the map. It would present the group with much needed mental and physical stress. The perfect challenge! 
The elf brimmed with an excitement that helped him forget the cold of North Pass. 

Unfortunately, it had not distracted him from the soft patter sound of water droplets against the map's surface. Mister Luum turned to stare at Zeva, smile vanished and eyes wide as she mentioned the skull on the map. His emotional response would be to simply move her from hovering over the map but the sight of his cold ring on her finger reminded him of the remaining ring still on his hand. Contact with her in that way was out of the question. 

[Color=F6DC88][I]Where is that staff?[/I][/color] He thought as he found his hands free of the magical channeling instrument. 

[Color=F6DC88]“Zeva,”[/color] He addressed calmly. It was all he could get out as another droplet fell but he was quick to catch it in his index and middle finger with a wince before continuing. [Color=F6DC88]“Two things. One, you are dripping on the map with your thawing.”[/color] He pointed at her hair with one hand while the other slid the map away from her. [Color=F6DC88]“And two, what do you mean by skull?”[/color] He drew his full attention to the map, the skull now smudged to the point where it was unrecognizable. His smile returned, this time with a glint of playfulness.

[Color=F6DC88]“Skull or no skull, it's an old ruin of a place that might have some clues in helping Bardulf do the big thing he's meant to do!”[/color] He briefly raised his arms to denote the ‘big thing’ as vaguely as anyone possibly could. [Color=F6DC88]“Don't worry, Ears, it'll be the North Pass finale… I think… uh, I hope. Yeah.”[/color] Mister Luum shrugged as if it didn't matter either way.
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