<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rOmDXA9kIDc/TeY47eoAauI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sXxfg2vK3yc/s400/245234-florence-welch.jpg)</div><strong>Micshe Variel<br/>Sage House 205<br/>Day 1 - Scorpio Sun, Gemini moon<br/>Tagged</strong>: Panthea Salvai<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Young Ms. Salvai." Micshe stood up straight again and started her pace around the study. She spoke to nothing, perhaps the sound of her own voice. Her walk was slow, almost a fourth of the time of her tongue, "First, I must outline the situation in this<em>town</em>. We are low on support. We always have been, I think it's because of the very nature of Anders. Our walls are too wide. We cannot protect the space we have. However, we survive, and The Order seems to think that that's good enough. We are only Seven Sages, six slayers guard our people. Two thousand souls, and fourty squared kilometers to patrol. I needn't go further, we live a hard life here. 'The Dead Arrow' " Micshe was trying to be light. "Indeed, I believe you may have arrived with more hats than we have to wear."<br/><br/>The tested woman was near to the other Sages, Panthea's entourage. She kindly leaned forward and spoke more intimately with them. Her focus seemed to be on Orion, it may have been his name, but Micshe was quickly hypnotized by him. "Again, I am Master Micshe Variel. I do hope Ili'meni had the decency to introduce herself. She's so busy, hardly ever says goodbye anymore. Just zips about, such a gentle soul." Micshe formed a forced smile and looked at Panthea. Then, quickly she looked back to the other guests of the house. "Ms. Salvai, please ask your guests to join the others in the Forge. I'd like to speak with you privately." As Micshe commanded Panthea, she walked back to the cluttered side of her large desk. Her chair was almost exactly in the center of the large room.