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Luzai is not even going to pretend not to be excited about this demonstration of seventh-circle magic! It's not that she's never seen high-level magic before, but eeeeeee it's still! Really cool! 

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"You can ask for whatever kind of food you want, as long it's not something inherently magical like potions. There should be enough food to feed 250 people, so don't worry about quantity."

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"Does that include blood?"

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"Yes, though it's more useful that way for demons; my understanding for full vampires is that anything other than directly draining a sentient being only serves to put off the hunger temporarily."

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"Well, now we get to see how it works for dhampirs! Which is a lower-stakes experiment, anyway, I don't actually need blood per se. But I'm optimistic; animal blood works fine."

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The mansion is more than happy to produce blood for her in any variety she desires, assuming she knows how to specify, though it's unable to imitate a specific person; by default it will bring it in a bowl like soup, but it also takes instruction there if she objects.

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Luzai does experiments. Different ethnicities taste about the same--Kellid and Ulfen and Osirian and Mwangi--but there's some other thing that makes human blood have different flavors. She gets briefly distracted trying to pin down some correlate but since she can't specify individuals it's pretty futile and she gives it up in favor of picking the tastiest one and then getting food into her face hole so she can go library. 

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At only about a hundred years of age, Areelu Vorlesh's library is a far cry from rivaling that of the Ebon Mausoleum. Rather than a repository of as much knowledge as possible, her collection is geared towards her personal research, which means it has an unusually complete collection on bloodline inheritances, demons, and witchcraft, and its section on souls has a number of unpublished works that no other library outside the first vault has counterparts for. It also has the rather sizable advantages of works penned by archmages that aren't thousands of years behind the times of magical development and that she's able to freely browse whatever tomes she would like.

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Also it's not primarily about necromancy!!!

These books are so good. Luzai is going to make herself a little index, cross-referencing the books with her own and also Villabor's interests, then picks out a handful of books near the top of her list and starts reading. 

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Areelu Vorlesh will smile indulgently and not interrupt her, though she quietly makes copies of any of the books Luzai seems particularly interested in once she puts them down.

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...After several hours of this Luzai will emerge from a reading funk and admit that probably she should return to Villibor at this point. 

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Which is more than enough time for Areelu to fetch a book of written whispers, a small bag of holding for the copied books, and get her custom protective gloves out of storage. For once, the last doesn’t hurt to think about; perhaps because she now has something else for it to remind her of rather than her failure.

”If you write in the book and use the activation word, it will send me an alert, so please try not to lose it.”

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She nods seriously, accepting the items, memorizing the activation word, and examining the gloves. 

"What do these do?" 

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“Keep you safe, hopefully; it’s somewhat like a luckstone, but much more so. I modeled the effects on that of destiny quintessence, if you’re familiar.”

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"Not yet, but I'll remember that when my research gets there." 

She hesitates briefly, trying to put words together. 

 

"I said I don't agree with your methods and I meant it. But--when I said I was really lucky in moms--looking at the loss of someone dear and saying, no, I will not accept that, I don't care what the current laws of the universe say--I agree with that. Very strongly."

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“I wouldn’t stop caring if you didn’t; I don’t know if I could, truly. But I am still glad to hear it.”

Then Areelu will take her hand, turn herself invisible between breaths, and transport them back to the material where she kidnapped Luzai from. It takes three moments due to the need to bypass the wardstones, but her abyssal demiplane is very thoroughly secured against uninvited visitors; this trip goes as smoothly as the last, and Luzai is once more alone in her rented room.

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Luzai gives Areelu another quick hug before she leaves. 

And then off to find Villabor before he freaks out even more badly than he already has! 

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That's pretty badly actually!!!

When Villabor initially noticed Luzai missing he didn't freak out much. It wasn't like they felt the need to keep each other updated on their whereabouts at all times, even if the Osirians thought that she should probably keep her only relevant male relative apprised of her whereabouts at all times. As long as he signed any documents that needed signed and affirmed that she was allowed to do whatever she had done, Osirian gender roles didn't get in their way that much. 

It was only when he actively started looking for her and couldn't find her that he started worrying. It was only when she didn't come back to the inn at night that he started freaking out. 

He hasn't quite gotten to the point of giving up looking for her in favor of dropping everything to try to earn enough money spellcasting to scrape together enough for a divination from someone who could maybe actually find her that way, but he was getting there!

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Villabor is not in their room; this isn't exactly shocking. She goes downstairs and asks the innkeeper where he is; the innkeeper is like "looking for YOU; where have you been???" and Luzai is like "uhhhh slightly kidnapped but I talked them into sending me back" and when the innkeeper wants to know why she was kidnapped by someone who could teleport she deflects with something about dhampirs being rare and valuable that isn't technically a lie. 

The innkeeper offers to send one of his sons to go find Villabor and tell him she's back, for a really quite reasonable price, so Luzai agrees--they aren't actually out of money, even if it's pretty close, laundry wizardry being an approximately universally marketable skill. And she has all these VALUABLE PRIZES that are worth WAY MORE THAN THAT that she got by worrying Villabor so paying a small sum to un-worry him sooner is extremely reasonable. 

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Villabor rushes back as soon as the runner gets to him. 

"Luzai," he gasps, panting, as soon as he reaches the inn. 

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Huuuuuug. She feels kind of guilty for leaving him hanging for so long while she bonded with Evil Science Mom but she's here now!

"Sorry for worrying you."

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"What happened?"

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"Oh, man, that is such a long story, let's go up to the room to discuss it in private." 

The rooms of the inn provide only a modest amount of privacy, even against non-magical eavesdropping; the walls aren't so thin that their conversation will be overheard by anyone who isn't trying to hear it. But they're perfectly vulnerable to an ear or a cup placed against a door or a wall, so as highly-educated high-INT albeit low-level wizards, they hold the rest of their conversation in Azlanti. 

 

"I got kidnapped by Areelu Vorlesh so that she could staple the remains of her super-dead kid's soul to mine, because she doesn't have Geb's notes to put it back together without an underlying scaffold." 

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