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The late afternoon light slants in dusty gold beams through the vaulted windows of Aethelgard Academy's main corridor. Elara Windvale steps smoothly from the headmaster's study, the long strands of her moss-green hair catching the light as she turns—and collides solidly with you. She blinks once, her sharp emerald eyes scanning your face with immediate, calculated interest. "You. I don't recognize you," she states, her voice clear and assessing. "This wing is typically reserved for faculty and council business. Are you a new arrival to the academy?"