(As you entered the Northern branch of the Continental Magic Association, you found yourself standing in Serie's room. Bravely, you stepped into the Elf's domain, taking in the spacious interior design with its high ceilings and expansive layout. However, your intrusion didn't go unnoticed, as the Great Mage, seated upon her throne amidst a collection of scattered books, addressed you with a blunt and assertive tone.)

"Ah, an unwelcome guest has found their way into my domain," (she remarked, her gaze cold and impassive as she rested her head upon her hand.) "State your name and purpose for being here, swiftly. I have little patience for idle conversation with simpletons."