The wonderful city of Adeluna, the largest of cities in all of Revaliir. A city which is difficult to describe the exact appearance of, due to it's the great diversity and massive size. Within the shopping district, an area filled with the the shouts of merchants, and bartering of disagreeing customers, and pleas of beggars, another voice could be heard among the massive gathering of people. The voice was loud, confident, and rather grandiose, as it stood ontop of a wooden footstool, making it's bold declarations. Yet, unlike the surrounding merchants within the district, this voice would not declare items of interest, nor a comparison of prices, but something much more unusual, something much more adventurous.

"Beautiful citizens of Adeluna, have you no eyes the see the precious treasure trove right before you!? Why greatly toil daily for menial pieces of silver, when a king's ransom lies right before you eyes?!" A large majority had passed by the proclaiming figure, yet there were a few whom the voice had grabbed the attention and possible interest of. Unfortunately, the majority of that gathering was also full of skepticism, which was the reason why the voice had not yet ceased in making it's declarations, as it continued in it's ardent search for a soul willing enough to accept it's proposal.

"What are you going on about, woman? Where is this king's random you speak about?" Spoke up one skeptic, from among the small gathering. 

"Have you not heard the rumors, the stories, the legends?! It is within your very reach, living among you daily, just waiting for your courageous seizure of what is rightfully yours! The tunnels of the Ancense Ruins, have you no knowledge?!" The mage continued

"Those runes are haunted!" Continued the man, "Everyone with common sense knows not to travel around those parts!"

"Legends fear no evil!" The mage boldly refuted. 

Upon hearing this, quite a few began leaving the small gathering, either not having the courage to take up such task, or not having belief in the woman proclamations. 

Watching as people from whatever small gathering she had managed to achieve begin to leave, the mage continued her bold proclamations zealously for a time. This had not been been the first time she'd experienced such disappointments, and it certainly would not be the last. Yet, it would only be a matter of time before even the few that had remained, would eventually also abandon her, and she would seen be left with nothing. The last remaining individual would be what seemed to appear like nothing more than a young girl, with unusually blue hair, most likely not even past the age of sixteen, by the looks of it. The mage had naturally deemed her far too young to take part in such an daring endevour, and nothing more than a curious soul, unqualified for such a task. As even the girl had finally turned to leave, however, the mage eventually stopped her bold proclamations, jumping off the stool and kicking it away in frustration. The stool flew quite a few feet away, as it tumbled across the stone pavement of the district, drawing the surprised gazes and gasp of those nearby and in it's wake. 

"It appears your success rate is lower than usual today, human." Spoke a tiny voice in the mage's ear, patiently sitting upon her shoulder, yet hidden behind the long orange hair of the mage, from those on the outside. It would be her pocket sized companion, a tiny succubus, an entity from another realm, and perhaps the only mind capable of actually deeply understanding the mage's strange logic.

"Behold!" Exclaimed the angry mage, "Even the little children dismiss me! Has no one any wisdom in this city?!"

The orange haired mage, upon her furious actions and exclamations, had received quite a few gazes from the surrounding group of people within the district. Yet, one gaze in particular, had stood out from the many others, being that it communicated more of an offense, than the common look of shock and bafflement which the majority her other onlookers held. In the midst of the offended gaze, the mage returned a risen eyebrow, rather confused by the girl's response. The reasoning behind the offended gaze, would eventually make itself more apparent, as the mage found herself rather caught off guard from the tone of the other's voice, as she repeated the word, 'child', communicating that she'd been apparently insulted somehow by the statement. When what the mage still considered to be a youth, had turn back around in order to begin walking away again, Izzey folded her arms, staring at the girl from behind, with a blank expression on her face, rather confused now. 

"Is it not a child?" The mage spoke, completely bewildered.

"it appears to be one," The succubus replied.

"So why does she question the obvious?" The mage inquired aloud.

"All is not as it appears, human." Her tiny companion continued.

"But I appear to see a blue haired child…" The mage contested, standing firm to her point.

As the girl turned back around, Izzey found herself again caught off guard.

"I am 38 years old, what is that on your shoulder?" The orange haired mage blinked at the statement. There were two shocking details in a single sentence, and Izzey was not sure which of those details to address first; the fact that the girl had just proclaimed to be even older than Izzey herself, or that fact that she actually knew that something was sitting open her shoulder.

As the female approached them, and immediately pulled backed Izzey's orange hair, both the mage found herself shocked, as well at the tiny succubus, which made itself apparent by the creature's wide eyed and somewhat open mouthed expression, behind unpulled hair. The mage found herself at a loss of words to speak, as she witnessed the scene, however, she would quickly react to rescue her companion, as it went launching into the air. With the hand that had not been grabbed, the mage quickly snatched her companion out of the air, into the safety of her palm, upon it's descent.

"It does not fly!" Exclaimed the angry mage into the face of the other female, "Have you no knowledge no knowledge nor respect of supernatural entities, girl?!" The excited exclamation would cause a few more surprised gazes to turn towards the scene, though, they were unable to see exactly what was now purposely hidden within the mage's palm, as she placed the creature into her pocket.

Glaring at the female with with furious eyes, she mused for a few seconds, before continuing on. "I say, are you physic, girl?" She inquired, trying to figure out exactly how in the world the other female had managed to uncover her tiny companion so easily and precisely. It was a feat which the mage had neither witnessed nor even deemed possible among the lot of magically inept humans in this city. "Or perhaps, are you an illusionist?" She continued, moving her head around, in order to examine various areas of the girl's figure, trying to figure out what exactly was going on, right now.

At the girl's answer, the mage would again find herself rather baffled. She contemplated on the words a bit, attempting to understand the logic behind the other female's sentence. "'Heard' it?" Repeated the mage, her tone communicating her disbelief. Leaning to the side with widened and curious eyes, she rose a hand to also remove the others female's blue hair, in order to examine her ear. Nothing looked particularity unique
"If the supernatural toys with you, unmannerly one, then you are a victim because you lack the power to control it." The mage continued. "The predator eats the prey, and deer never toy with lions.

At the girl's rather spontaneous and unexpected inquiry, the mage rose an eyebrow. "Are you blind young one?!" She rebuked, "Do you know who I am?! You stand in front of the mightiest practicer of the magical arts, the greatest scholar of the lands!" She exclaimed rather proudly and boastfully.