The sound of a simple lyrical note floating through her dreams woke Xastasia with a start.  She knew it had been no dream; the navy haired mage had called her. As the whispered summons echoed through her mind, she sat up, and pulled a fire orb from the pouch at her waist.  An image of the city appeared in the centre of it, shifting and floating.  She watched the scene unfolding before her, waiting until it revealed her new destination.  The image slowed, and hovered over a picture of an elaborate dwelling.  Kile mansion…it had to be.  Placing the orb safely back into her pouch, she quickly gathered her belongings and set off in the direction of Nazraphoria.<br/><br/>The city streets were silent.  Most of the city’s citizens still slept and Xastasia swiftly made her way unseen through the mist to the city’s north side.  Passing the council chambers, she crossed the street.  The moment she turned the next corner, she saw it, exactly as it had appeared in the orb.  A mansion to be sure, it was elegant and designed to impress.  Constructed with golden kaska brick that shimmered despite the darkness, it had a gabled roof and several large picture windows made from the finest crystal sand.  As she reached the sprawling lawn in front of the house, she looked around for signs of danger, but found none.  Nonetheless, she carefully bent down and slipped her silver light dagger into her boot before approaching the door.  She knocked softy, and held her breath…waiting.<br/>