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- Oak 14 3/4 Essence of Raven Feather
For lack of a better thing to do with her time Morrigan was reading. She had a huge stack of books in front of her with spells and enchantments, some had peculier potions in them but they where far to 'advanced' for her to do them on her own. Not that she really wanted to anyway. She was logging the effects and side effects of them in her mind for if she ever came up against again Morrigan would be able to tell exactly what had happened there. Not that she needed much work in doing stuff like that. She was already too smart for er own good even though her grades didn't reflect it. Morrigan flipped to another page and started the prosses of storing the information for later use.