Arch-mage?  Paladin?  High priest of Sune or Tyr?  Hardly.<br/><br/>The incubus noticed that the crystal seals had been an illusion.  The real bonds were writing in chalk on a concrete floor.  Bonds that a peasant woman with a bucket and water was scrubbing away.  The woman wore a knee-length skirt and top, made from rough, cheap fabrice nearly as rough as burlap.  She was brown-haired, matronly...unless the incubus missed his guess, the woman had birthed several children in her years.<br/><br/>Her attention diverted to the floor she was scrubbing, she did not notice the horrid apparition above her as she scrubbed through the last set of seals there in the almost cavernous basement of the old abbey.  "There, that be better," she said to herself, "no horrid witch's scrawl here."