The Scholar walked briskly down a reddish corridor in Asmodeus’s Spire.  While the tower remained one of her favorite architectural work in Myrs, she could not spare the time to admire its details.   Livia Leroung was running on very little time to spare.  She navigated the Spire with fluidity, drawing on her exceptional memory of the tower’s floor plans.  She had yet to explore the Spire in its entirety since it was not her own property, but she possessed nearly every official document in regards to Myrs’ plans, structures, and reinforcement of the order of matters.  In a well-guarded but very simple building, Livia also kept official documents of other matters regarding Cheliax’s spreading dominion on the new continent.  Since the moment Livia stepped on to the rich and mysterious land, book after book was filled with her unbiased detail gathering.<br/><br/>The lady Leroung had stepped onto the isle with previous orders in regards to documenting Myrs startup and had been engaged ever since.  With her first abbreviated report completed and sent back to the capital, she awaited further orders in regards to her official occupation as the Contessa’s advisor.  The Contessa Megaera, the overseer of Myrs, had summoned her and Livia knew better than to be late…but, of course, her research never failed to distract her until the last possible moment.<br/><br/>She crossed the final hallways that led to the designated meeting room, fully confident in her ability to service the Contessa in all matters regarding Myrs.  Her black cape, clipped at her collar by a dark crimson gem, fluttered around her full bodied figure.  Her clothing was an example of the trends of both the Society of high scholars and Cheliax's human elite.  Beneath her black silk cape, with ivory taffeta lining on the underside, she wore a thick and lavish red robe that was cut even shorter than her cape.  The dark red of her short robe was accented by the House Leroung’s crest colors: black, white, and gold.  The soft robe was tied at her waist in a modest fashion and secured with an ornate leather belt, but its length left her long pale legs exposed.  She was slightly taller than the average human Chelaxian but still often dwarfed among demonic species.  Her dark and wavy tresses were piled loosely in a bun at the nape of her neck and complimented her pale, sometimes peachy, complexion.  Dark mahogany eyes with goldenrod flecks, sharply and swiftly scanned her surroundings as she tore through the Spire.<br/><br/>Livia felt a deep excitement stir inside her at the thought of working alongside masters of their fields in the conquering of Celanta.  As a sorcerer, the magic in her being hummed in pleasant anticipation of gaining power through knowledge from some of the most respected and feared individuals in Cheliax.  The name Leroung combined with her raw talent helped propel Livia into the spotlight for a once in a lifetime opportunity to join the lead party in the kingdom’s expedition in Celanta.  To even be considered though, Livia had to meet the same caliber and strict expectation of other master Scholars, which, to the young Leroung’s amusement was done with a degree of ease.<br/><br/>Finally coming down a large corridor she saw one of two magnificent double doors stand ajar.  Pulling the heavy door back, she entered to see the Contessa on her throne and the council waiting.  The Contessa’s aura dominated the room and Livia felt it hard for her gaze not to be drawn solely to the ruler of Myrs.  Livia Leroung bowed deeply before the council and their ruler and, for one of the first times in her young life, she felt the uncomfortable prickle of intimidation run down her spine.<br/>