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With a frustrated roar the doors slam open, breaking the piece of lumber barring them, and slamming into the stone walls with a loud boom.

“Doesn’t anyone ever answer the TWELVESDAMMNED DOOR AROUND HERE?”

Her chest heaving, the darkskinned hellguard scans the room, finding it suspiciously empty, midday as it was. She takes a deep breath and continues, trying to inject calm into her voice.

“Sirs…? I’m here to meet with one of the priests? The Sacrarium should have notified you...”

The room was silent, aside from the echo of her voice.

“Hells…” She rubs the back of her neck, “Did I knock too hard again?” A flash catches her eye, a tiny shoe vanishing under a sturdy desk. She rushes over, “Wait! Please just… for a moment?” The Roegadyn grasps under the desk, her fingers pummeled by a pair of tiny feet.

“L-leave us alone! You demon! Voidsent!”

Pillar winces and pulls out her hand, sucking on a tiny cut, “I just want to learn.” She begs, “The Sacrarium said that you could help.”

“Oh, they told us of you!” The voice squeaks under the desk, “Tomes destroyed, acolytes injured, artifacts damaged! Now begone! We don’t want your kind either. Perhaps the Coliseum will take you, not us!”

She frowns at the unpleasant memories, “T-that was an accident, One of the others… I, he said some rather rude things….”

“OUT!” Another voice yells from the darkness.

“Yes Out!”

“Monster!”

“Beast!”

“Ruffian!”

The Roegadyn endures this in silence for a moment, before finally standing in anger, “YOU LITTLE SHITSTAINS.” Her foot drives into the desk, splintering the wood as the Lalafell underneath screams, “JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU.”

Her roar is interrupted as a group of thaumaturges emerge from the darkness chanting.
“OH? SO YOU WANT SOME TOO?” She lowers her fists and charges before a wave of air and water slam into her, sending her flying through the door. She lands in the fountain outside with a splash. Before she can rise, another mage waves his staff, and she slumps into the fountain, fast asleep.

“I do so hate barbarians.” One lalafell mutters, before the doors close behind him, flashing briefly with the activation of a magical seal.