>>5542687>>5542692>>5542693>>5542724>>5542742>>5542834>Who’s asking?>Also pretty uncool to block our path and demand our attention just saying“Oh? And who are you?” You prod the voice, arms crossed in an impoverished attempt to look just as scary as the lug next to you. “You ought to know it’s very rude to block our path and demand our attention with a show like this. If the very cool, beautiful GREAT WITCH SIGRID DE HAUTDESERT was here, I’m sure she would be very upset.”
“Oh? Then this chapel on chicken legs is yours, then?” The motor carriage’s cabin jostles with a few shakes and hums as the door gently opens. You watch first crop from the pleather interior a leather cut brogue, then the frill hem of a skirt, then loose satin sleeves, and then a font of blonde-white curls.
The woman that stands before you is tall and sylphlike, almost a phantom with her cold eyes and lavish coiffure. You catch a glimpse of knife-like ears betwixt her green witch hat and locks–an elf, then. The lady takes in the two of you with those same sharp eyes, utterly uninterested in your lot.
“My name is Ingraine an Sprys IV, a student at Saint August’s Conservatory.” The elf holds up an envelope betwixt her fingers. “I’m here to tender a letter of inquiry into an apprenticeship with Lady Sigrid de Hautdesert. I thought an in-person vis-à-vis would be enough to assuage her. Please bring me to her.”
>Sorry! She’s not taking any more apprenticeships.>She’s still got the wrong house. There is no beautiful witch named Lady Sigrid here.>What makes her think she’s even worth your master’s time?>Consider Ingraine an Sprys I.>Write-In. 