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Seras allowed the young mage to concentrate on her task, and wandered around the large shelves of books, examining each of the large tomes searching for any inkling of the old Gallian symbols. The old royal seal was a fairly easy one to identify, that is to say, if one could find it. All of the books were either unmarked by seals or bore ones from different scholarly institutions. Well if it was so easy to find these things they probably would have already been found he thought to himself.
Seras had a slight nagging feeling building, the kind of instinct that comes from a lot of long walks through places that you ought to watch your back lest you get a knife in it. He was quiet sure that someone was watching him, but did not let on that he had sensed their presence. Casually he but his hands on his hips and sighed, checking to make sure Staccato was ready in his belt.