------------- SG Legacy - Gypsy

As the time approached for the SG Legacy to begin its work, even more things changed. Damien had almost gotten used to it. Arian and Ferrin were meeting with Ambassador Kheldar, and had been since early this morning. It was likely they'd be off on some mission for the Drovikallum even before they could begin their work here. And Queen Amanda had sent Lord Marshal Brian Summerville for some reason. He was supposed to arrive this very evening, right after the SGL teams had finished their afternoon combat training sessions.

It was with that in mind that Damien went to the front gates to greet a carriage marked with the seal of the city of Carellon. However, he hadn't expected that seal to be adjoined next to the seal of the Carellonian College of Mystics. And he would never have expected the person that climbed down out of the carriage. After reviewing her papers, he desperately wished the missions would begin and the arrival of candidates would end.

The newest candidate had requested this post on behalf of the College of Mystics. Her nationality, however, was anybody's guess. Her white hair and emerald green eyes said half-Sylvisan elf. But how elven blood had managed to mix with a human from the interior of Beotharn was beyond Damien's imagination. Her skin was chocolate brown with a bronze glow, and her facial features were an odd mix of elven and Stygian, or perhaps Nubian. She was tall and powerfully built, with a mesmerizing stare and a wild mane that surrendered only to her leather hat. Her accent was equally enchanting. According to her papers, she was a Fellow of Ancient Cultural Studies, a kind of lesser professor with the College of Mystics. Her name was Gypsum Winterstorm, but no sooner had Damien read the letter than she corrected him.

"Gypsy. Please. Everyone who knows me calls me Gypsy."

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