With Jazelle in tow, Priscilla, the young girl of about 18 that had joined Sunder's staff upon his offer as soon as he asked it, led the way to guest rooms. She didn't really know what to think about the girl, other than that she was strange, smelled nice, and that she pulled a knife on her as soon as she opened the door. It was a really interesting knife, too- she did some weird motion and it had flipped out, and then she flipped it again and it disappeared. She was curious about it, but it wasn't her place to ask questions. She was a servant, after all.

	But Sunder did say to answer her questions, so...

	With a sweet, delicate voice, Priscilla replied nonchalantly- "Well, Sunder- he hates being called Master- grew up a hundred years ago, I think. I've heard he's one of the only remaining Lone Powers that survived the initial attack, you know, when we lost all those kingdoms in the first few years after Necromancy started. Oh heavens, I think he attended Whitehall like everyone else, graduated as a combat magician and sorcerer. Really powerful, and he only grew after that. Served with the White Council for a time as one of their White Mages, went around helping everyone and providing council. He's told me that he got tired of all the restrictions and rules he had to follow, so because he was already so powerful, he struck out on his own as a Lone Power. He's been working towards peace in the Allied Lands for years, you know, knows anyone who's anyone. Most people don't like him, I think, but for the couple years I've worked for him, he's always been nice. Polite and respectful, which is kinda rare. Generous, too. 

	"He's been here for about forty years, I think. And you know, he's always trying to convince other races to come and join him here, for a while, if they wanted to go to Whitehall. Something about learning about how to mix with humans before actually being in crowds or the sort. We had a gorgon and a couple half-Fae here once- it was really neat! The gorgon was kinda scary though, but she was nice."

	She looked brightly at the girl she was escorting, as she came to a stop outside a door. She had been sort-of wandered absent-mindedly down corridors to the correct room- she knew her way around the magical tower very well- and now stopped outside of it.

	"He's doing his best to help all of us. You may not trust a kind one, but I know one when I see one, and I know that Sunder's a nice one, and you are too."

	Priscilla beamed at the girl, and hesitantly reached out to Jazelle's shoulders.

	"Sorry, but, your shirt is... I've never seen it before, and it looks so soft and comfortable?"

	She wanted to touch it, yeah. Her current wear wasn't at all bad, and she's worn worse, but what Jazelle was wearing just [i]looked[/i] comfy. Like a sofa, or a soft quilt.