Merlara guides me into a rather small and private room with shelves of books on both sides as well as a trolley with all the pointy things needed to save a life…or end one.
The room has a small desk with some papers littered over it and in one of the corners there is a small tea table with fancy one-seater couches that feel out of place and stand out like a sore thumb in the rather deary and poor environment.
Annoyingly, the tingling from Kaylin, the elf, hasn't even begun to cease. In fact, it only seems to be getting more intense with the hairs on my arms and legs rising periodically.
I put the disturbance at the back of my mind as I'm about to meet with the Madame of this place, the one who will hopefully get me registered as a citizen from Mafiel.