The Elven Princess
Nimuel jerked her hand back.
Lamusha went on. "It's not fire, the bulb is lit through incandescence. Also, there is electrical current flowing throw the system, through here, here," she indicated the tubes and knobs and the bulb, "and here. Any small leak in the circuit could have you electrified, in other words, fried."
"That's alarming."
"The job comes with the risks, of course. Most of the stuff is laminated with insulating material, which... you don't need to know much about at the moment," she trailed off, looking at the absent looking faces around her.
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