Fimbulvetr

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Characters: Dr. Cidolfus Demen Bunansa & Larsa Ferrinas Solidor (Open for Jihl Nabaat)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The prospects of studying the Holy Stones was far too great for the stately old researcher to pass up. Therefore, he made his way to Narshe in hopes of learning more about the auracite and it's powers from a certain young noble.

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The guard managed to get away unscathed for now. No one should be faced with the mad doctor's wrath. That would be inhumane after all. With a handsome grin on his face, Cidolfus welcomed the lord of this humble estate with a modest bow. "Ah, Lord Larsa. You've finally decided to grace me with your presence." Standing upright again, a hint of curiosity lingered within his eyes.

"Preoccupied with what? I do hope you aren't over taxing the poor of Narshe." He chuckled lightly. "These fine people need to save up their gil to survive the harsh winters here." Goodness, it was bloody damn cold here in Narshe. Why in the hell these people would want to live here is beyond his reasoning. Narshe's temperatures are ten times worse than the icy lands of the Panama Rift.

“Milord, shall we seek a better setting for discussion? This isn’t exactly a social call.”

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"Preoccupied with me, unfortunately. We were... talking."

Jihl came from around the corner, taking the moment to adjust the tie of her uniform. She gave the good doctor a smile, well, as close to a genuine smile as she could give.

"Dr. Bunansa. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."