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"- this isn't the library." The girl who says those words is standing at the front door, clutching a heavy, leather-bound book to her chest. She's a pretty girl, with flowing chestnut hair, bright green eyes, and she's dressed plainly; brown skirt, brown bodice, white blouse underneath. Plainly, but the cotton of her clothes is of high quality, and her light, throaty voice is unmistakably cultured. It also, if one knows Tortall, has a Lakes region accent.

The girl is looking both confused and wary. Wary, because behind her is the City of the Gods, and goodness knows that the boys there who being trained in magic know how to pull pranks. Only...this doesn't seem like a prank.

It...it looks a tavern. Maybe. Not that she's been to one, of course, but it still...It has a tavern-ish air.

Delia of Eldorne slowly inches her way forward, still looking very confused.

[OoC: Delia has been rebooted, and is now nearly sixteen. If any characters that tag remember her from her previous run, please don't tell her. Any questions, just drop me a PM or ping me. :)]

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"It depends, when everythin's workin', yeah. There are two trees that look sort of like a doorway that you go through."

She grins. "I'll have to try that. For now, though, I should...probably get back before they call out a search-party."

"Time stops out there when you're in here. It's stolen time."

"Well, I like the idea of that." Her smile is a little sly. "Still, I still should try and return my book. It was nice meeting you, though."

"You too and I hope you find a door again,"

As she's a nice addition to the Bar.