[color=fff79a][b]Frederika Bernstein
Rich District -> Historical District.[/b][/color][hr]

[color=fff79a]"Nnngh... Why do I keep getting these bad feelings?"[/color]

It was a busy day, particularly the ritual to bind a god in her favour. The food was prepared well, the young boy they bribed with a lot of pocket money to stay silent until a certain part of the ritual did relatively well, even if he almost stuttered during the last part. But, Zeus or perhaps a smaller part of him, did answer, and did give her his blessings, and promises for more. She was hoping for Mars or Ares, but at least no other gods answered the call; the grimoire recorded within the crest did have any mention of summoning only select gods after all. She could have just as easily attracted Sekmet who may or may not offer more insiduous blessings.

In any case, the fortifying of the mansion was well underway now, thanks to the combined efforts of all the mages staying there. But that chill, that feeling, never left her. There was that feeling of being watched, of something in the shadows gazing into her, as if boring a hole into her very soul.

[color=fff79a][i]Be on guard Lancer.[/i][/color]

Frederika moved as naturally as possible, making small talk with the two mages beside her, as they made their way there. On her back was a backpack, filled with everything they need. There were rumours that the historical district was a burial ground, but with the ritual she would perform on it, they will find out for sure.