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A few days had passed since the funeral when Yrael left a note for Jin Guangyao at the bar. Even translated by the Bar, Yrael's writing is thin spider-scratches upon the paper, letting Jin Guangyao know the offered Charter Skin was complete, and suggesting that Yrael could be found in the library should he wish to try it out.
One doesn't even need to go very far into the library to find him, either. The slant of autumn sunlight from a nearby window hits that particular high-backed chair in such a delightful way, warming the dark red cushion, that the not'cat could not resist napping in it. The neatly-folded Charter Skin sits on the table next to the chair, the multitude of Charter Marks forever flowing in and among one another through the fabric-like weave.
One doesn't even need to go very far into the library to find him, either. The slant of autumn sunlight from a nearby window hits that particular high-backed chair in such a delightful way, warming the dark red cushion, that the not'cat could not resist napping in it. The neatly-folded Charter Skin sits on the table next to the chair, the multitude of Charter Marks forever flowing in and among one another through the fabric-like weave.
