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The student handed his course materials list to the huntress. He was well past the typical deadline for requesting materials, and he knew it. She knew it, too, and made sure to scowl at the young wizard as she scolded him.

"Do you have any idea how many pearls it takes to supply this college? I'm somehow expected to provide enough Identify components for half the Spire's divination courses, and all the crafting tracks, and I'm just meant to magically find enough pearls to do it every semester? And then I have kids like you coming in here late, shifting your stress over to me to help you out of a bind?"

The boy hung his head, saying, "I know, I know. I'm so sorry I'm late. I've been trying to scrape together enough materials on my own, but good pearls are so hard to find when there are others like me checking every other shell out there. Is there any way—"

She turned her head to the case behind her and waved him into silence. With well-practiced theatrics, she wedged a drawer open to reveal a shell-like dagger sitting beside a bed of perfect pearls.

"The answer is that I do know how tough it is. And now you know to appreciate how hard I work for your sake. Bring me something nice next time you come by. I like pastries."

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