[b]Market District[/b]

The Magus Mentor made no effort to hide her dour expression while making her way through the Market District. She was completely entitled to it after an absolutely ridiculous morning at the Academy. It'd started well enough, hosting her first lecture of the day on Applied Mathematics in Magical Systems, a rather simple class to teach in the grand scheme of things given its more down to earth content. It was after that when things were turned on their head. 

While she may not have been the most popular woman at the Academy, she certainly was one of the most reputable in practical and academic status. As such, Irishtu often found herself in talks with the likes of the Association of World Explorers, a lively and curious bunch who would turn to the researchers at the Academy to aid them with anything remotely magical and complex in the name of exploration. More often than not, it was some sort of lock on a door to a labyrinth somewhere. The leader of this group of explorers is a man called Cale Pietrok. This is where the morning became frustrating. 

Pietrok is a pushy fellow who Irishtu had talked with before to solve a variety of problems, but now he wanted something a bit too valuable from her: Her compiled research on a certain theory of her design. The worst part for the Lich was that he was speaking like she had no choice in the matter! The nerve of that man. He eventually left her be after what felt like an hour of refusing his 'request', and that's when Irishtu decided it'd be a perfect time for lunch. Not that she needs to eat anymore, it's just a humanising habit. This brings her to where she is now, with the lunchtime buyers giving her a wide breadth in the Market District.

Stalls and those manning them went by Irishtu, no particular product being sold caught her eyes behind her frames - until she spotted a near overwhelming amount of blue out of the corner of her eye. A stall manned by a squidkin with an accent that struck her as distinctly originating from Akitsushima, confirmed by the young girls words. Reaching into the pocket of her well-fit and long green coat, she searched for stray coinage. She'd always wanted to go to Akitsushima, but her life in Karstberg demanded too much of her time to allow for travelling. 

Irishtu approached the stall once she'd grabbed some coins in her pocket, not yet taking them out. In a trained display of Thespianism, she wiped the grumpy expression from her face, instead opting for her usual mask of professionalism and faint disinterest. She nodded to Mizuko in greeting. 

"You're very far away from home, friend." She pointed out with a polite, but faint smile. "You happen to have any fruit-based food?" A simple enough question. She clacked a coin against another in her pocket, to let Mizuko know that she did infact have money, if her appearance did not already give it away. "If not, then feel free to surprise me."