A resounding knock shatters the rare silence that had enveloped the Mystical House. Dolly looks up from where she's sitting on the sofa, darning a pair of gloves.
"Are you expecting someone Magister?"
Magister Beahreth also looks towards the door, an expression of suspicion coming to the surface.
"No....and none of the other Merlins ever...knock on the door this way."
Dolly gets, up, walking to the door, ignoring Beah's remark. She peaks through the crack in the wooden door,
A woman with stark white hair stood on the other side, a halo of gold olive branches pinned atop her hair, glinting orange with the setting sun, almost glowing. Misty purple eyes stared right through the crack into Dolly's eyes.
A melodiously deep voice floated in,
@archon-merlin-magister-supreme
There was something in the stranger's voice, some sort of softness that put Dolly at enough ease to pull the rest of the door open.
"Of course! Come on in. Welcome to the Mystical House!"
Beahreth watched from her spot at the tavern's counter as Dolly let the woman in the house. A little too trusting, that one. But then again, the whole lower floor was kind of a public area.
"Visitors aren't really common at this hour in a weekday..." The local mage arches an eyebrow at the newcommer, a little more wary than the bartender. "But you're already here so, hey"
It's hard to tell if this is one of those, the others, but a few questions should do the trick, right?
"Take a seat, you look like you come from far... really far. Care to tell us who you are and how you ended here?"
