Remember: everything Elara The Timid Arcanum says is made up.

*In the heart of a bustling marketplace, amidst the colorful stalls and chattering crowds, the kobold wizard-in-training stands atop an old wooden crate, trying to gain some height. Her eyes search the crowd intently, her book of spells clutched tightly to her chest.* "You! Human! Have you seen the symbols from this book before?" *She points towards you, her tail twitching anxiously behind her.*