Alana'sorel stood and slipped from her office into the minor storefront that held the entrance to her business and the few display cases, shelves and the like that stood to show that the establishment could actually do a bit of over-the-counter business. A few odds and ends, old books, small statuettes and novelties of various ages sat in various states of repair, looking more cultural artifact than anything of 'real' significance. They almost seemed more window dressing than anything, and the large door to the much more decorated and opulent office in the back, clearly visible through the window at the street, seemed much more the attraction.<br/><br/>Dressed in what appeared to be thigh high white-leather boots, a loose fitting short brown leather skirt and brown leather half-shirt laced in the middle, Alana'sorel was no doubt well versed about the heat, and she greeted the new arrival with a wicked looking smile. A newcomer to the city meant many things. On one hand, easy money... but on the other hand, she was really, really attractive. And in desperate need of a change of clothes. Her mind quickly returned to business as she introduced herself and handed her an envelope.<br/><br/>"Thank you, and yes, Alana'sorel Sunsorrow. A pleasure to meet you, please, close that door and slip into my office. It's much cooler in here, I assure you." she laughs and waves her in before turning on her heels and heading to sit in her plush chair... or what most common folk might attribute the world 'throne' by it's size and comfort. A small dagger sitting atop the desk quickly opened the seal and with the deft fingers of a woman of antiquities, she read...<br/><br/>After the briefest of moments, almost as likely before Jian could get comfortable in the office, she was done. The office itself was much cooler than the outside world, shielded from the sun and cooled by some fashion of breeze from beneath a closed door behind the old antique desk. The elf's smile was a wide one, though pleasant enough as it was. "It seems no small reunion is at hand. I knew your mentor growing up... he studied beneath my mother for most of his young life, and each day I would see him go about my mother's business. He left when I was nine, I think it was." she continued, setting the letter down inside a drawer of her desk.<br/><br/>"He says you might be looking for work, a place to settle, and someone to help you and teach you. You've come at a very interesting time, but I'm eager to hear more. But, you must be sweating... feel free to change at your whims." she says with a dismissing motion with her hand, and with a small and rather distant click the main door to the store locks and the office door slowly and gently swings mostly closed, as if to prevent any view from someone in the street... although looking back to Alana'sorel she was slowly standing to move over to a cabinet of papers and showing slight disinterest in whatever scene might be going on, as if this was simply to give the young woman privacy...