The sanctuary in the mages Circle was near the top of their building and it was one of Brea's favourite places. It had large beautiful arches with finely carved pillars of white stone that was of unknown origin. The sanctuary took up most of the current level except for two 'offices' and a staircase that continued the journey up and down. It was beautiful, with its large stained glass windows depicting the seasons and the elements and then there were the the finely crafted tables and chairs. There were also rows of books that covered almost all the walls, though this wasn't the library. The library was just as big but had rows upon rows of books, scrolls, and other forms of texts but there so many new and old coming in that the library had to spill out into the rest of the building. 

The one thing odd about the Circle building was the clash of architecture, one part was more beautifully designed while the other half was more simple. In the more simple part of the building your voice didn't carry, it was perfect for quiet study and their sleeping quarters. While the other part was perfect for practice in large groups as the keepers could keep an ear on everyone.

The one thing that Brea loved about the sanctuary was the way her voice carried, it was like the building sang back to her when she sang. She loved it and often sang while in the sanctuary, the songs were often soft lullabies while others were songs of a broken hearts or spirits. She was often told to be quiet when she sung those, but it never stopped her, not until of the keepers threatened or forced her to stop. She didn't care though as everyone knew she would just sing again later.

The 'offices' in the sanctuary were for the keepers who kept the mages in line, not that many ever got out of line since the punishment was sometimes to the point of maddening. Brea would know as she went through it many times to keep her sisters safe from harm. The mage elders called her a fool for taking the punishment ment for someone else, but she would rather bare their pain than see them go through it. There were times though that the elders got into heated debates with the keepers as she would come back near death or almost completely out of her mind. 

Today though Brea was completely sound of mind and was in the sanctuary singing while reading a text on the element of ice, it was something not far from her own water element. From afar all you would see would be long silvery-blonde hair in a high ponytail that draped perfectly straight down a feminine looking back. Other than that you tell if she was anything special as she wore the same looking white gowns that the rest of the mages wore, any mage in her ranking anyway. 

It was then that Brea heard the quiet footsteps of a keeper coming up behind her. She suspected that he wanted her to stop singing, not that she would listen as her tune was rather cheerful today and people were actually requesting songs for her to sing. "Brea Levoll, you are required to change and head down to the tavern. There you will meet your Enforcer." The voice of a male said calmly as Brea's song died away, she waited until the foot steps of the man had left before she slowly got up. 

She could feel the eyes of her sisters and the keepers on her, this was her first time since she was a little girl that she was going out into the world. This was a first time that she was even considered to be 'rented' out, let alone approved. Was it because of her good behaviour? She doubted that, since just two weeks ago she got in trouble and spent three days in a cell without food or water. The water part was a almost a joke until she realized that the cell was encased in magic that prevented magic. A paradox, to her anyway. She wondered then if the elders wanted to see how she could handle being outside with an enforcer or were they just tired or her always getting into trouble? Or was it all of the above? She didn't have a clue.

She made her way to her quarters and got changed into her blue and silver dress. It had a fitted steel breast plate, that added a warrior feel to the gown. The designs that covered the dress made it feel like it was flowing just like her element, someone even placed a seahorse on the lighter blue section of her outfit. They must of done it for the less smart people that would happen to get her later. She then put on her headdress that had something like wings or fins on either side of her temples, she thought it looked pretty but wasn't sure if it had and magical properties or if it was just for show. Her whole outfit made her look pale and pretty, or so she was told. On her way out she grabbed a brown leather bag that she placed around her hips, it was filled with knick knacks that she and her enforcer might need while on the road.

Outside her door two keepers waited for her, one had her staff and two daggers that she was to tie around her thigh. She took the daggers first and then her lovely staff. Everyone of her mage sisters had either a staff or some other magical weapon, but each one was unique and would only fit the one mage. Her's was a long silver staff with one end with an arrow head point and the other that held a red egg shaped gem that sat between two wave like projections. It was a beautiful weapon that was made just for her.

Brea walked down the many stairs silently as the two keepers following seemed to make all sorts of noise, from their breathing to their heavy foot steps. Finally just outside the tavern the two keepers stop and let the receptionist take her. "I am surprised they chose you, I was expecting Millina." The receptionist said, who she didn't know the name of, as he looked her over to make sure she was perfect for who ever was waiting for her. "You will have to do, come come." He said before turning around and walking in the direction of the tavern.

Swallowing hard she made her way into tavern, and was kind of shocked by what she was seeing, this was nothing at all like her sanctuanry or the library. Here there were actual normal people, and she realized this was why she didn't come down here. There too many drunks trying to flirt with her fellow sisters or the drunks would straight out try grabbing or slapping and her sisters had to grin and bare it. She would get into so much trouble down here, probably another reason why she never came down.

"Ser Ashton Cromwell, this is Brea Levoll. One of our prettiest and talented mages." The receptionist said which caused Brea to raise an eye brow at the man. Prettiest? Talented? She never thought she was any of those other than trouble, besides there were prettier and more talented mages than her or at least thats what she thought.

She looked at Ser Ashton then and bowed her head, "A pleasure to meet you." She said coolly with a light smile. There was something off about Ser Ashton but she couldn't place her finger on it, it just seemed really familiar. She waited for the paperwork to be filled out and for her new Enforcer to instruct her on what to do. All the while she kept her eyes down as to not see the abuse her sisters were going through and to keep her from trouble.