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[teach_them_all]

The sky through the wide windows is clouded, providing little light into the dark room. There's an impression of candlelight about it, hazily illuminating a porcelain cup of tea placed on the short table.

Mesaana blinks at it, judging if it's become too cold, before returning her eyes to the blonde woman across from her. There was the matter of Asmodean and Lanfear to focus on, now.