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From behind the polar bear chair that cradled the snoring mad mage stepped his apprentice, having waited until just about everyone had left the room. She was not shy, by any means, but she didn't want the guild to waste more time on introductions right now. The path -to- Bogville would probably be a bit more treacherous than any realized, and by nightfall, the zombies would be clawing at the shoddy walls of the villagers.

For Zyler, however, too slow to join his team in a timely fashion, and for Christopher, left out of the fun, she would seem a welcome sight. The fact was, she hated wearing clothes, hated the feel of each coarse fiber clawing at her flesh, and so she wore as little as possible, covering only what -had- to be covered in 'civilized' society. On her torso, she wore what equated to a silk-rope harness, criss-crossing her form in every direction, revealing all of her lithe stomach and toned muscles. Attached to the ropes were tiny pouches, each with drawstrings pulled tight, and covering her firm breasts was a piece of silk, attached to two ropes, one above and one below, caging them, keeping them from sight. Similar styling gave her a short skirt. Still, she did what she could to not rustle the silk, for it would tickle and rub. Instead, she chose to levitate a foot above the ground, body almost unmoving.

The next, or perhaps the first, thing one might have noticed, was her tattoos. From her neck to the bottoms of her feet, she was covered in ink. From afar, they seemed almost solid, but closer inspection, which few were allowed, revealed that they were words, wrapping around her body over and over. Were one familiar with the language of magic, they'd have meaning; these were spells. For the untrained, however, they seemed almost purely gibberish. Their meaning, if any, was nearly impossible to decipher, for even those that could read the words rarely could read an entire string as they wrapped about her smooth flesh.

As she hovered into the room, she leveled her all-black eyes on the two men, tilting her head slightly to the side. With barely a glance at Guanicus, she looked at Christopher and spoke, her voice lower than one might expect, but still feminine. "You will join Annalee in reaching and defending Bogville from zombies. Do not forgot my master's rules." She dismissed him, turning her gaze upon Zyler. "You tarry, and so you shall instead work for me. I suggest you get some sleep, for we leave when the sun's light no longer taints the world." With that, she turned and hovered back behind the polar bear, a last glaring glance over her shoulder daring either of them to disobey, daring either of them to let their eyes tarry upon her exotic form.