Mia stood in the entry way to the Wilwarin Inn, which appeared to be a very busy place. A few men sat at the bar, holding their mugs of ale in one hand. One man was telling a story waving his hands in gesturing motions and blabbering on about his triumphs.

Mia walked over to a table and sat down in a wooden chair that appeared beaten up over the years. The room was dark, faint candle glows came from the walls and the tables. A thought clung to Mia's mind as she looked towards the barkeeper, she was very interested in tasting some of the Wilwarin's famous wine.

Mia raised her hand and gestured with a beckoning motion; flicking her wrist towards her table. She watched as the short stuby man wobbled over and stopped at her table. "How may I help ya miss." the man said with almost a dwarven accent. She stared at the mans beard which looked infested with food of all sorts. Yes, could I have a glass of Crystal Mist.


Crystal Mist was all the talk among the wine drinkers and Mia was not ready to move onto ale just yet. Mia smiled as the barkeeper set a small glass and a bottle on the table in front of her. Here ye are miss, the finest wine to exist. Don't worry about expenses, its on the house. Mia's jaw dropped, surprised to have such an offer from this man. Thankyou, but I must insist that I pay for it. It's already been payed for, the man said he would be over in a few minutes.

Mia sipped her wine mildly, tasting its wonderful splenders. She looked up as a man sat in the chair on the other side of the table. Thankyou for the wine kind sir. Mia said, smiling at the man.

Karasu sat in a corner of the inn, watching the girl drink her wine. Yes, she could be quite useful... And if she was not, then he might at least get a decent battle, and maybe some good loot! He waited until she had finished the wine before he snuck up the stairs that lead to the rooms, and out the window.

He walked in the entrance, and made a beeline to the brown-haired girl. As he walked, he made a few observations. The girl appeared to be in her mid teens, and a spell-caster, judging by her petit frame. She finally noticed him as he sat across from her. "Did you enjoy the wine? I could arrange for more if you'd like..."

No I couldn't take another gracious gesture. Mia just stared at the man, he appeared to be vampire. She still held the glass from which she had emptied a few minutes ago. She set the crystal glass down upon the table and smiled and looked at the man. What tis' the reason for such a gift from a stranger. Mia didn't wait for an answer before introducing herself.

My name is Mia, I am a student of the AMI. Arda's Magical Institute, the only well known school of magic. She smiled with pride as she spoke about the institute from which she was learning in. What is your name kind sir.

Karasu smirked underneath his scarf, this was almost too easy! He now knew her name, that she attended the right magic school, and that this would help him greatly... "My name is Karasu. The reason for my gesture, is that I have been assigned a... mission by a boys father. I am to find his son, who has ran away, and he just so happens to attend your school! If you could find the one named Shiro Evanguard and merely ask him where he lingers after-hours, I will be able to find him and bring him back to his sire! My employer has told me to find him, no matter the cost, and I can pay you greatly for this small service, if you would accept." he said, eyes betraying nothing but the desire to find Shiro.

Yes, if this girl accepted, he would be a very rich man, for his employer was paying hundreds of gold for the boys head! Yes, she would help him greatly...

Shiro Evanguard? I am sorry, but no student goes by that name. I am afraid I cannot help you find this kid you are looking for. If this kid does go to my school then you might want to ask administration about any students with that name. Mia's face show much confusion about the kid that this man was looking for. Mia stood up and walked towards the barkeeper and asked for another glass of the wine she had been given. When the barkeeper brought her the fine drink she payed him herself greatly.