<b>Grand Alchemist Milka Vlammen, The Court of Castle Auxcora</b><br/><br/>As the viscountess raised her voice, Milka pulled back just enough so she could once again see the woman’s eyes, which she examined curiously as if to find some clue of what had caused the sudden change in behavior. The apprentice on the other side of the table seemed more surprised than the Grand Master, but settled for merely observing the conversation as no one paid any attention to her, although Milka didn’t put in any extra effort to exclude her from it either. There seemed to be a great deal of trust going on between the alchemists.<br/><br/>“Oh yes, I can do that for you... Lady Edelmira,” Milka replied, hesitating for a moment with how to address the younger woman, and then leaned in for a whisper, “How about you take me out of here and we do it right now? I’d love any excuse to get away from this<i>clown fiesta</i>. Besides, I find it more relaxing to walk the streets while all these crows and vultures are locked up in a single cage—well, not in the literal sense, but they might just as well be. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t look like someone who appreciates being detained by some archaic formalities. Walk me out of that door and I’ll give you a tour you won’t get from anyone else.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>