The small room that had been given to Mishka wasn’t to say small nor was it large, well okay it was pretty small it was about the size of a walkin closet with a tiny single bed and a personal desk. The entire space was cluttered, books littered the floor scattered about in a disorganized manner. Mishka sat alone in the room her hands cupped together as a small blue flame floated above her palms and she stared into the fires. She had been trying to learn how to see into the future, but as of yet her seering had been unsuccessful. She dropped her hands with a huff and stood up wandering over to a goblet that she poured some warm wine into. With a wave of her hand small cubes of ice fell into the goblet and she took a few sips the sweet red wine moved smoothly down her throat before setting down the goblet again.

As soon as she set down the goblet though the door flung open and the Reception Clerk came in. “You’re up! We have a buyer! Get out here as quick as possible!” Mishka blinked rapidly, ‘so soon? I just got back!’ She sighed and clapped her hands everything she owned flew into a single bag that shrunk to the size of a pouch, the items had all been enchanted by another mage for which Mishka was eternally grateful it made moving so much easier. She grabbed her staff and turned towards the clerk “Okay let’s go.. Better not be some jerk like the last handler.”

As she headed down the halls she ran into other girls she had known since becoming a mage, they waved yelled things at each other inside jokes were passed along and laughing burst out from everyone. The clerk looked back at Mishka and waved her on. “Alright alright I’m coming!” She hurried behind him and came out to stand behind the desk. She stopped as she saw Arthur, her eyebrows furrowed as something seemed slightly off and her head tilted a bit. “Uh.” She shut her mouth immediately not wanting to seem a fool to the man about to purchase her abilities and get her out of this damned building if even for a little while. 

She came around the desk and held out a hand towards Ser Arthur. “I’m Mishka. A pleasure to meet you.” She said softly and waited for the hand to shake hers. She still couldn’t help shake the feeling that something was off though. Her lips pursed slightly and she chewed the side of her tongue a bit.