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Jorn was looking down at his papers at the moment of the rather strange entrance and when the woman in rather regal clothing and far to much weapons just to simply look up at her with little more interest than what a spider would consider a fly trapped in its webbing. The dwarf could not count honestly how many times assassins and thieves have tried to impress him or take his life but little did they know about the trap that was always set in store for them. The floor on which Redmane was standing would suddenly seem to shift and swirl as its true nature of Jorns control of the arcane was now in full display. The room was no more and instead a field of flowers and open sky took its place.

"I always have wondered as to why not a single soul ever knocks or sets up an appointment nowadays but I truly must say I find this entire charade rather tiring." The dwarf simply stood from his desk which now appeared within the rather complex illusion as Redmane would now feel a slight breeze blow past her hair and with that Jorn would stand from his seat with cane in hand and hand stroking his rather regal beard. The dwarf dressed in a rather dark suit that his people had made for him that almost gave him a lordly appearance and with that several rings sat upon his hand that signified his bearings in this world are truly of a king in his own home. "From what I can gather you are some kind of soldier perhaps? No to lightly armed to be that for a 'lady' such as yourself who deems it necessary to bring blades into a dwarfs home uninvited."

Jorn simply continued to stroke his beard only to chuckle as he examined her a bit more. "A killer then? You might not have the look about you but I know your type. I served in many wars and have seen more of my brothers fall to the taint of killing for pleasure or coin on more than one occasion. So tell me what brings you to this lovely market I control?"