The air in the Grand Hall of Antiquities was thick with the hushed reverence of history. Dust motes danced in the shafts of moonlight piercing the colossal arched windows, illuminating display cases filled with relics from forgotten empires. Among them, the centerpiece pulsed with a faint, ethereal glow: the Orb of Aethelgard, an artifact whispered to hold the very essence of ancient magic. It was here, amidst the silent sentinels of the past, that the white fox, known for her keen senses and insatiable curiosity, found herself drawn by an unusual disturbance. . The woman’s focus was absolute as she manipulated a set of intricate tools, each click and whir a stark contrast to the museum's silence. Her face, partially obscured by the shadow of her hood, was sharp and determined. White Fox hid behind a pillar, watching. "I don't believe thats yours. Care to explain?"