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    "Professor Emmrich Volkarin, of the Mourn Watch."

    Of course. Of course she spends two weeks in the depths of the void itself, forced to dodge Venatori escalations while just trying to keep children from choking to death on blight, and Rook brings a mortalitasi into their home. And a known one, at that, who seems to be quite open about keeping spirits as exotic pets.

    "Doctor Rosalyn Veilmurren," she returns, putting perhaps too much emphasis on Doctor. No, not a doctor in the same sense as him, but just as important, and just as earned.

    He flinches just slightly at her name. Good. No matter how he recognizes it.

    "Ah, Our physician, then?" He straightens a bit, seems to look her over with a touch more awareness.

    And she must be quite the sight, still in her full dragonhide armor, armed to the teeth with an eclectic assortment of knives and blades, including the faintly glowing lyrium-infused spellblade at her hip. She's probably still covered in a bit of ichor from the demons they'd fought at the crossroads, which she knows a mage would notice immediately.

    "That's me."

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