[i]'State your business.'[/i]

The avian copied her question with a quiet persistance. Despite the calm of his voice, one unhurried and lacking any true inflection, he had a way of seeming pushy in his manners. His wings flapped in practiced succession, he had not been expected to be shoved from her, but the recoil from such was not unknown to him. The creature hovered his patient descent onto the floor, and listened with neither a word nor movement until she had finished her train of thought. One could have mistaken him for a stuffed specimen, until those dark, directionless eyes were taken over by a white flash-- the membrane that owls used for blinking. A decidedly haunting, and perhaps disguisting thing to witness when the beiged animal seemed to draw it out more than the average specimen.

This was a Mage. Of the Arethan Guild. She had found that pendant, however...

[i]'False. It does not belong to any guild.'[/i]

The retort was almost reflexive in it's speed, despite the creatures stillness. He disdained anything that strayed from fact, and here, within these walls, he was sure there were many instances. Mortals were fallible that way. [i]'It belongs to you, Mage of Arenthan. You have accessed it, and myself.'[/i] What manner of creature was he. A fleeting temptation crossed his mind, and if owls could, he would have smiled at the mage. [i]'I am a barn owl.'[/i] From what he could gather, anyway. Without any pre-warning, the avian leapt into the air and adjusted his height with his wings, until the table was clicked under swift, keen talons. 

[i]'It is to my understanding the mortals of this world prefer monikers as method of introduction. From now on, I will be known as Eirikur to you. I am many things, but to mages, I hold arcane knowledge. Many have called upon me, as you have, for wisdom and servitude, bound to them by soul and magic. Given this... unremarkable form that you would have me take, suggests you are by far the most juvanile of my contractors. No matter. I am more than able to change that.'[/i]

It would serve them both better in the long run to see this mage rise through the ranks. He wasn't returning home soon, and she wasn't getting rid of him any faster. Wards, this building had wards. How troublesome. In this condition, such things would go through him like a ton of bricks. [i]'I require your assistance, then. Fetch me a mage like yourself. One who is yet to develop their talents. It's in your best interest-- should I fall, I will take you with me to my abode-- and rest assured, my mage, it is a terrible fate. Or so the occupents tell me, with their insecant lamenting.'[/i] It took less energy getting back than it did getting out, and the owl was certain neither of them wished to arrive in such a place. He'd be bored, and she'd be...

Well. Best not to dwell on such cruelties. 

Footsteps echo'd close. Owls had exceptional hearing, and this one was no different. It's head twisted towards the doorway, and there it awaited her actions expectantly. All she had to do was apprehend a body for him. This, he considered, would prove interesting. Now, the sound of footfalls was more than audiable, and what else would appear before them than...

He was tall. Perhaps sit foot or so, one of those lithe, self assured men. Light of hair, a toned blonde with dark depths-- and a smarmy smirk. Tobias was a renowned creature in the guild, not for his magical prowess or studious offers (he had neither), but for his... awful character. Women and men hated him alike, and anything that was not fortunate enough to be human? Slandered-- infact, anything that didn't step up to his standards often was. Amara, lucky thing that she was, did meet his approval-- in the form of asthetics, atleast. "Don't tell me they're keeping a beauty like you locked away in here, Amara..." He didn't know her, but she was fair. That ment she was as good as his-- who could say no to such a man? Was he not dashing? He seemed to think so, atleast. The male grazed tanned fingertips through his own short, blonde tresses. "Fancy taking a trip down the taverns with me? I promise, it'll be lots of fun."

[i]'Do you know of a private place within the wards?'[/i]

This one would do nicely. He was weak in almost every sense, and Eirikur wagered, would fit in quite nicely back home. 

[i]'Redirect him to this place. He'll have to suffice.'[/i]