Arthur extended her gauntlet-wrapped hand to shake Mishka's. Her glare went up and down Mishka's body.

The sorceress that stood almost a head shorter than Arthur wore an blue silk hood woven with gold thread. The centre of her hood had an additional, decorative triangular flap. Mishka's hair, coloured a soft silky white, was braided in pig-tails that curved around the sides of her head and touched each other below her chin. A metal brooch tied her braids together.

The rest of her clothing was in the same shade of blue dyed silk, It covered her chest and all the decent bits, though the sides of her hips, her shoulders, her thighs and her navel were uncovered by the cloth. She wore a pair of small metal shoulder-pads, and her forearms were clothed in the same blue silk as the rest of her body. Her footsteps clicked with the wooden sound of her blue heels. 

Mishka also held a bronze staff gingerly in one of her hands. A small metal representation of a serpent-like winged dragon wrapped itself around the tip of the staff, where a lustrous blue orb also sat securely.

The girl's face itself was stoic, though much more femininely built as compared to Arthur's own. Mishka's small blue eyes met Arthur's red gaze, and they wavered for a bit. Arthur had the advantage in looking intimidating. The mercenary cultivated that image. No one would suspect a 1.75 tall, scary-looking soldier to be a woman. And no one ever suspected a man of being magically talented.

"What can you do as a mage?" asked Arthur.

The receptionist cleared his throat, as if to answer the question, though a glare from Arthur made him cower back into his chair. Arthur's look implied everything she needed to say to him, and what she needed to say was: "I'll hear you speak when I need to."

After all, the men of Helix Arcaneus were not known for their honesty. Mages lied less.