<span style="color: #FF4080">"Yes a wizard, a real life wizard. Buy yourself a robe and a hat with a moon on it because that is exactly what I mean. The beard is optional."</span>She was almost shocked at how child like his understanding was.<br/><br/>After a brief stop to buy some spicy cinnamon soda and a macadamia espresso cookie, she zipped off to the University of Muris Valley. It wasn't far considering that the pawn shop was only a few blocks away. There was a nexus there, almost nobody traversed and even then only in hushed tones while they hurried through. The old building was erected in the 80's so the cinderblock wall was less than modern, and it was nestled between an old biology storage room that once was an office, two halls that nobody ever traveled and a shadowy landing that was originally intended to be the hot location for students to talk. Directly in the center of them all was a stairwell like a great cauldron leading down to who knows where. The lighting burned out long, long ago getting darker and darker down the stairwell someone went. The glass walls of the old office had been stacked with a rejected mass of materials. Amidst the chaos stood a gruesome trophy of a posed beaver skeleton. Not a soul proceeded through the halls though it was mid day and mid semester, only the night janitors would vacuume the floor on their way through once and only once a dayâ€¦ even then it was only the hard working souls that bothered. The squealing of the air conditioner down the hall kept the two in the present.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">"Okay, you asked for safe it doesn't get much safer than this place. That is, until I know I can trust you, even then I'm not planning on inviting you to my place."</span><br/><br/>She sighed, and plopped down in a dusty orange seat that had seen better days. Here and there a fissure erupted in the vinyl finish exploding out the white interior that had yellowed and been stained since. It let out one squeaking groan as her weight came crashing down on it. She took of a bite of her cookie letting the crumbs bounce off the neglected furniture and scatter to the floor. Amidst chewing and swallowing she began.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">"Um, okay so you mentioned Morgan she hasn't been called Le Fay by anybody but the French and bad fantasy writers in like a thousand years. All it means is 'the fairy' like Tinkerbell and fa la la la la and all that, even then they get it wrong. A 'fay' means she's an immortal sorceress. She's also only the most powerful magic user ever.<br/>Those guys with the snake symbol, they're Incubus. You don't want to deal with them especially when they change shape. That snake isn't some scaly legless reptile that they think is cool, it represents the devil. They all know how to fly, absorb heat, torture people, see in the dark, and fightâ€¦ physically. Basically they are demons.<br/> If Morgan is dealing with them she must have something they want, and if Morgan is after youâ€¦ YOU have something she wants, it's that cut and dry. She isn't exactly a bad person, she helps people out quite frequently, but she also doesn't mind steamrolling right over anybody who stands in her way.<br/>If the Incubus are involved you can be sure something bad is going to come of it if Morgan pays them."</span><br/><br/>Maya popped the last bite of cookie in her mouth and it was almost as if it awoke something in her reasoning.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4080">"Look, I don't know what she has planned, so I'm going to give you this advice. Avoid the Incubus, deal with Morgan directly, and give her exactly what she wants, no matter what it is. You are too naive to deal with this situation and its going to kill you. These guys you are dealing with, they make master wizards afraid because they are that good and that ruthless."</span>