<strong>The Inner Sanctum Of The Western MageLords:</strong>Astrid moved from her throne. Its surface seemed to be made of painted leather but Anya knew as did every other member of the tower that it was in fact covered in the stitched together skins of several of Astrids former enemies, Their Glyph tattoed hides giving the chair its painted appearance. The clop, clomp of The Magelords pony boots brought her within inches of the girl. Smiling behind her tight fitting hood Astrid looked down at the scantily clad girls chained form for a moment, considering her through mismatched eyes.<br/><br/>"Now dearheart," She spoke to the girl in the same soothing tones a hunter does when trying calm a wounded animal before the killing stroke.  "No reason for you to be afraid, yet. Speak up so we can all hear you. Lets see if that voice of yours is as pretty as the flesh that houses it , shall we?"<br/><br/>She waited for a moment for the obligatory response before she continued, this time walking as she spoke. Her Long fingers stroking Anya lightly, intimately, as she moved. Astrid stride was confident and unbroken no matter where she touched and inspected the prone mage, because Astrid never bent or stooped. She had no need to, for her hands were long enough to reach her easily, even in the girls low position. A Fact, that The Second knew caused many to shudder under her ministrations with as much horror as pleasure.<br/><br/>"Oh Good it does match. How lovely" She cooed when Anya spoke, before going on in the much harsher tones of a school mistress or dog trainer, "Now as you have probably guessed we have need of your services and as we know you wouldn't dare refuse us, we called you before us to give you some minor details before you left. The First has had a vision. A vision of a man covered in scarred Glyphs of an ancient language. He lies somewhere to the North East of us. Find him. Bring him to us. Simple enough, my child..... or do you require more of our attention?"<br/><br/>