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Skaldia
Legacy Name: Skaldia

The Glacier Irion
Owner: Seiryuu

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 1 day

Born: January 4th, 2010

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: January 4th, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
July 19th, 2012

Statistics

• Level: 54
   
• Strength: 130
   
• Defense: 127
   
• Speed: 126
   
• Health: 126
   
• HP: 126/126
   
• Intelligence: 193
   
• Books Read: 188
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Lead Librarian

Name: Skaldia Euskerria
Age: Thirty-six
Gender: Female
Status: Single
Origin: Dendros (a province in Lidelas, Arctic Frost)
Likes: Reading, travelling, history, collecting ice trinkets
Dislikes: "Settling down", drunkards, stupidity, summer

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As you step into the tiny office, you notice three things. The first is that it is very dark and the small candles placed around the room barely give off enough light to see the floor at your feet. The second is that the room is absolutely frigid. Small ice crystals cling to shelves and frost crawls along the thick curtains drawn across the window. The final oddity is that every nook and cranny is filled with books. Well, books and trinkets encased in ice.

"Are you just going to stand there, or will you move aside so that I can actually enter my office,"� a sharp voice snaps behind you. You quickly step to one side and the glacier irion stalks past you. Her brown colouring sets her apart from her paler furred kin, but the way she moves through the cold room leaves no doubt of her lineage.

She taps a foreclaw against her beak, pushing the small spectacles higher. Lifting a nearby candle to read the titles on the spines, she scours the shelves. "Ah!" she crows. "Here's the little bugger."� Grasping the tome with infinite care, she pulls it from the shelf and passes it to you. "It is a little tattered, but it has everything you want to know about the history of Nuviare."� She pats your hand and motions for the door.

You take a step and look back questioningly.

"Oh for the love of. . . fine," she sighs as she removes the papers and what seems to be a small dagger from one of the two chairs in the room. "Sit. So, you're interested in my story, eh?" She turns from you to clear her lounger of clutter and you faintly catch her mutter, "You and every other Tom, Dick and Jane in this bloody place."�

She perched herself on the edge of her seat, her spine ramrod straight. "I am a scholar, as you well know, and I'll bet you know that I came from Quelos, correct?"�

You nod vigorously. Everyone knew that the greatest intellectuals came from the province of Quelos, and Skaldia ranked pretty far up there in smarts. She nods sagely and you beam at her.

"Well, you would be wrong,"� she smirks. "I'm originally from Dendros which is sort of where I got my travelling streak from. My father was a pirate and my mother was a bar wench."� She chuckles softly as you gape at her. "Expecting some higher class parentage, I presume? So when I turned sixteen, I left home, started to explore the world. I found out that there was so much to learn and so many things to see. And the history! This country has a history so rich and full it is almost palatable."�

She leans across the space separating you and you notice the mischievous twinkle in her eye. "And not to forget the people. They are all so colourful and highly entertaining to watch. Especially the royal family, would you not agree?"

"Long story short, child, is that I sort of landed this job by a fluke of luck and happenstance. I try to keep myself entertained at the castle teaching the little ones about their past, but when it gets too stifling inside the walls, I travel."� She cocks her head and stares at you. "Ever been to the home of the Nuviare masseuse who overheard a plot to overthrow the royal family and ended up becoming one of the most trusted advisors to that same royal family about a century ago?"�

You shake your head and sigh lightly as she launches into a story of treachery and adventure. You recline slightly and prop your chin on your fist. You knew you weren't going to be able to leave until she was finished.

She was sort of ornery about that.

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