Tasha Varsiani, a human was one of the first to enter the hotel after making certain that her simple city bike was well locked on the side of a street post.  She stared silently at the hotel and took a deep breath before entering.  When she found that there were only servants currently in the buiding, she let out a breath of relief as she offered a silent bow to the servant girl as she entered.  She looked around at the falling apart structure and couldn't help but let out a small sigh.<br/><br/><span style="color: SlateGray">"This is where the High Council wants to meet?  Things must be even more desperate then I thought..."</span><br/><br/>Although her tone would suggest disinterest, or as one who might not fully understand the situation at hand, it was far from the truth.  Her true Master, Mortius Jalavani had been killed by the same rebels who had killed the high councilor.  Or at least affiliated with the same group.<br/><br/><span style="color: SlateGray">"Mortius..."</span><br/><br/>She still remembered the first time he had found her, covered in filth and blood of those she had mercilessly killed.  Even though she had been but a simple human that could have easily been killed that night, she had been taken and brought into a world much greater then herself.  It was that moment her life changed forever, and in her opinion it had all been for the better.  How much she had enjoyed the time spent with her master and carrying out his will, be it through simple acts or offering her body to him when he desired.  Even darker deeds had been called upon her and she had been happy to serve.  The girl looked down upon her wrists, and though they were well hidden, she knew well of the hidden blades that were kept in their protective sheaths.  Her master had enough trust towards Tasha that he had given her blades that could have well slain him.  That was the bound they shared with one another, a level of trust that only a close family could know.  In a way, that's what they had been.  And in an instant that life had been taken from her.<br/><br/>For a time she had found herself without a master, and only now had she been recently assigned a new one.  She had heard of her new master in passing, but they had not yet officially met.  This would be the first time they were truly acquainted.  It felt odd, thinking that someone else would be her new master.  She wondered just how this one would treat her, how he would be different from Mortius.  But then again, everything was different now.  She had been called upon by the High Council to attend the meeting, something that was rare for a human to experience a near personal invitation.  But even without the invitation she would have found a way to come anyway.  After all, she had failed her master, and needed to get back at those who had taken him away from her.  That much she could do, at least.<br/><br/>However, she had arrived earlier then anticipated, and now found herself with a lack of things to do.  Entering where the main meeting room would be, she got on her knees and began to meditate.  After about five minutes she pulled out one of her throwing daggers and began throwing it in the air, catching it, and throwing it up once more.  It wasn't much, but it kept her occupied at least.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>