She held the netglass aloft in her sinister hand, its runes illuminating her face and shifting constantly in response to the barest motions of her thumb across the glass. Her dexter hand held carefully the handles of an incredibly lightweight and flexible, yet incomporably durable bag made from the chemically distilled essences of long dead life. It's contents a varied cornucopia from the local merchant hall, most of which was caravaned from thousands of miles away.
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