A great and dusty hall greets you as you pass through the arch of the greater thaumatarium. Decrepit laboratory equipment and notes crowd the numerous desks on the main floor. At the far end of the hall sits a raised lecturing amphitheatre, where a gorgeous woman stands going through piles of old grimoires. She notices you and calls out as she sashays towards you: Ah, you must be the one delivering our new glass poculae? Dont be shy sweetheart, come here and let me see the item manifest...
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