On the Trail

Avorra. The Pale Witch said, slowly, dryly. You misunderstand my intentions. I do not wish to invade your privacy, it is simply your scent. She took another sip of her raspberry tea, ensuring to stir with the straw afterwards. As the waiter approached her to take the rest of her order, she put in for an vegetable appetizer. She would forgo meat for today, she just wasn't feeling it. As she waited for the waiter's ears to disappear, she looked back at Tiberius seated before her. All mages have a... stench about them. It allows me to understand who they really are. What they show the world... and what they hide. Avorra flashed a smile at Tiberius.

You will forgive me if I wish to know whether or not the man seated before me has ill intentions. It would not be the first time I have dined with a knife held to my throat. Avorra continued to smile, before taking another sip of her tea. Just as she was about to speak again, the waiter came back with her order. She slowly picked at her vegetables - lettuce, asparagus, some broccoli. All favorites of hers. It was a delicious, succulent meal for her to take in. Now, onto your question. You have been very polite with me so far and I dine to do the same. I am here seeking something important, to cure an ailment that has bothered me for time immemorial. She was being dramatic. She'd only been dealing with this for three decades, it hasn't been that long in the grand scheme of things.

You say you are a guide? Would you care to bring me up to date with the city and its culture? This place is unbearably foreign to me; I would love to indulge in the wealth of hidden knowledge that lays dormant here. For example, these 'Houses' you speak of - what are they? She took another sip of her tea as she awaited an answer.