"Young half-breed, I do not sense the magic of Ignium on your being, are you probably an honoured guest, or were you sent here on request, or could it possibly be another contractor…?"
Minto was sitting in a strange and yet oddly comfortable chair made of partially glowing red magicule. "….."
"What is your name… oh, wait, it is better to not remember your name, it makes my work here less complicated." She kept going.
Minto was at a loss for words, he could barely keep himself from shouting from both shock and excitement.
But after the woman kept chatting on and on for several long minutes and suddenly began removing her robes, he arose from the ground and began approaching her.
"You…" She stood at his approach. "I apologise for taking up so much of your precious time, but those who
