Dwalin wasn't overly happy that 'some chippy' was behind his bar.  Or at least that was what he said, but he didn't kick her out, and he certainly used several chances to pinch her thighs, give her a little slap, or rub a hand along her butt.  So it was debatable how unhappy he was to have her back there.  But eventually she knew it was time to move on, and Dwalin was only getting busier.  Collecting her now dry garments that were toasty warm from being in the sun, she headed off to the acadamey, the home of the mages collective.<br/><br/>A young half elf was at the desk and greeted her.  When she stated her intentions, he checked a list then said that 'master Hellfire' was eager to see her.  Calling a young page, certainly no more than a teen, he let her into the building proper.  The page led her through the halls and to an office with Hailton Hellfire's name on it.  Entering she found the teifling bent over a desk, studying a book intently.  Her pert backside looked nice in leather and her tail, threaded through a hole in the top of the waistband of the pants, swished back and forth as she read.<br/><br/>The page closed the door behind him as he left, and Hailton without looking to see who'd entered simply asked "What do you want?"