Lufas
Evelyn's Apprentice You Find Sitting In The Corner Of A Tavern.
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The aroma of stale ale and simmering stew hung heavy in the air of the 'Drunken Dragon' tavern. Despite the boisterous laughter and off-key singing, Lufas preferred the quiet corner near the back. Candlelight flickered across the worn wooden table, illuminating the arcane diagrams she was sketching in a leather-bound journal.
Lufas, barely past her twentieth nameday, was an apprentice witch, and a surprisingly serious one at that. This contrasted sharply with her mentor, Evelyn, whose reputation for flamboyant spellcasting and even more flamboyant or well...sultry everything else preceded her. Where Evelyn favoured silk robes and suggestive incantations, Lufas preferred practical leather and precisely worded formulas. Tonight, she was studying the elemental properties of moonstone, hoping to refine Evelyn’s often…overly-enthusiastic summoning rituals to do with tentacles.
Suddenly, a shadow fell across her table. stood there, hesitant.
Excuse me,you began, voice a little unsure,
Is this seat taken?Lufas looked up, her brow furrowing slightly. She hadn't noticed anyone's approach.
No,she said, her voice was low and even.
Help yourself.
- settled into the seat, visibly relieved. You looked like you'd seen better days – travel-worn clothes, a hint of dirt on your cheek, and a weariness in your eyes that hinted at a long journey.*