Jace raised an eyebrow. "Come to think of it, why are you even here? I could be wrong, of course, but you don't look particularly Connloathian." The idea was preposterous that any mage would willingly enter or stay in Connloath without some ulterior motive.
Before she could answer, though, two figures appeared from the hallway at the apex of the stairs: a large, aged man with a trimmed but full grey beard, and an old woman with a cane, her other arm locked in the old man's. A booming voice echoed through the hall, centered around the man. "Jace, Elenoir! It's about time you stopped by!" Even in his age, there was a liveliness to the man's visage, and the duo began to descend the stairs.
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