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The path leading up to the estate is alive with activity. Carts haul furniture and crates of supplies to the entrance, whilst dozens of workers carry them inside and return for more moments later. Overseeing the endeavor is the trio of Luaue, Lael, and curiously, Emitia. "The Champion of Everlund graces us with her presence!" Exclaims Emitia, dressed up in her iconic red garment. "I've been charged with financing this little charity operation and ensuring that the dark elves have everything they'll need going forward. Come to celebrate the arrival of our new neighbors?" She turns to Luaue.

Luaue holds her hands behind her back, chuckling sheepishly. "I'm not sure what to say! Everyone has been so welcoming. We've had plenty of strange looks, and no doubt people are talking... though we've yet to be harassed, and that must count for something." The half-breed glances at the estate before returning her attention to you. "It's a lovely place, and there are no words to express my gratitude for everything you've done for us. Thank you again - all of you. Even you," she admits to Lael, grudgingly.

"'Even' me?" Asks the High Sorcerer sardonically. "Especially me! After all, did I not singlehandedly-" the young Eilistraean elbows him in the ribs, cutting him off. He clutches the point of impact, coughing violently. Emitia turns away, politely clearing her throat. "How does this morning treat you, Sindiira?" She asks. "Good. Very good," you answer firmly. "I'm here for her," you explain, pointing at Luaue. The half-breed blinks, taking a circumspect step forward. "Me?" She asks gormlessly.

"Yes, you. Your training starts now."