The lynx standing behind her, wore a dark blue suit with matching shoes, and gold rings on his wrists. His belt looked old like something out of medieval times but his clothing overall looked more modern. However, Fiona wasn't focused on that, and was more focused on the angered expression on his face.
"So, YOU'RE the one who broke into my library and stole my book of spells!"
"Stole your... Listen buddy, I may be a treasure hunter, but I don't steal from people I don't know!"
The mage raised an eyebrow suspiciously as he listened to the vixen's words. "Really? And I assume you just "found" my book in this godforsaken place? Just laying around on a table for some bystander to pick up and fiddle with?!"
"YES!" Fiona shouted. "That's exactly what's going on here! I had nothing to do with stealing this!"
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