"What, on to business already?" Lorena gave a toothy grin, one hand reaching out for the bottle of wine seated on the table. "Greetings first. We can't ignore the etiquette your kind enjoys." The bottle gave one hearty thunk as the cork top was yanked off.

Wilhelm lifted his hand, halting Lorena's advance. "I'll have to pass on the wine, ma'am. Thank you."

"He's too young for it anyway."

Lorena turned her head towards Mirrah, who hadn't taken a seat yet. In fact, she hadn't moved from her spot by the door, arms folded behind her back, a placid look on her face that didn't quite suit her. "Mirrah! What are you doing over there? Come, sit! Have a drink!"

Mirrah, like her charge, simply lifted her hand, a slight grin across her face. "Sorry, but I'm also too young for that too. I'm going to have to pass. Besides, being drunk doesn't really help me protect Sir Wilhelm here."

"Aw. You guys aren't any fun." She then proceeded to pour a glass for herself.

Mirrah cast Wilhelm's new client a sideways glance. Given now that the situation had calmed down some, she had some more time to observe the woman's features. She was dressed in a strange myriad of belts and maroon fabric underneath the gray cloak she kept wrapped around her shoulders. Aside from her white hair and golden eyes, she looked basically human, only Mirrah couldn't quite agree with that conclusion. Where had the woman come from? Was she hiding somewhere? Behind the couch? The table? There wasn't much furniture in the room to hide in anyway, and besides, why bother hiding at all? Especially if she came flying at them as they were about to leave?

"Well if there's nothing more for greetings, then I suppose I should get straight to the point." Lorena leaned back, pulling her arms up to prop her elbows on the back of the couch, wine glass in hand. Mirrah couldn't help but notice how thin she was. Even more unsettling than that were the knives strapped on her person. Sheathed and well out of the woman's reach, but that did nothing to calm Mirrah. Mirrah frowned, quickly taking her place next to Wilhelm rather than besides the door. If Lorena noticed, she made no comment.

"I'm not looking for any particular item of yours Wilhelm. I'm a little more interested in what you know. Rumor has it that you're an information dealer as well. I happen to be in need of information and, of course, I'm willing to pay for it." She paused, taking a long sip from the glass of wine. "Her name is Phsara Ikarvoi. She's a potion maker as well as a philosopher. Perhaps you have heard of her?"

It was then that she produced a book from a pouch at her side, tossing it to the table. A leather bound book that didn't look like it was mass produced like most books nowadays. The book had no title on the front cover nor the spine. Only the author's name was printed on the spine in black ink. The pages looked worn with age, browned and crumpled from use. Wilhelm had taken the book into his hands, flipping through the pages. The words looked hand written.

Lorena continued. "Not a very popular author, I'm afraid. Last I heard, she retreated into some mountain somewhere and disappeared from the face of Gaea. I'd like to have a nice long chat with her." She gave a smile. "Would you happen to know where she is?"