A slow exhausted sigh flows forth from Nazhun's chest, and he turns to face his apprentice. "Tonight, this... thing... will be contracted as your bodyguard and protector. The woman over there will explain things with more clarity." He gestures with his walking stick towards the woman in the blue gown. The woman stands and curtseys, the action wafting a bit more of her erotic perfume about the room. "Come, sit over here, Miss Elena. Do not mind the brute in the circle. He is bound there with very strong magics. He cannot harm you." Sitting back down on the highback chair, she offers Elena a seat across from her. A softly disarming smile is the prelude to her beguiling charm and seductive words. "Now there, dear. You may call me Miss Rayne. I have lived quite a bit away from here, and came at Nazhun's request. You see, with all of the problems that Lakeshire is having, he wishes that no harm come to you and the other assistants. In fact, the bodyguards that I am summoning from my camp are not just gifted in the acts of protection. You may see fit to use them how you please, either as assistants for yourself, or you may even use their very essence to enhance your already blossoming magical talents." She leans forward, her busom almost spilling out of the soft blue corset of the gown. "Between you and me, I keep one contracted just so I don't have to do the house chores. Those are so beneath us! And if you get lonely, then they have to keep you company." From beneath the voluminous sleeve of her gown, she pulls out a scroll. Looking into Elena's eyes, she uses her natural charm to make this whole situation seem normal. "With just your signature and a drop of blood, you too can have your own bonded servant, to protect you and do your bidding. Just sign here, and a bit of blood..." She unrolls the scroll parchment, where a contract is written in a foreign language thats hard to even contemplate pronouncing, with a spot on the bottom for a signature.