No sooner had you heard the knock on the door that Shamir lets herself in, a nervous expression in her purple eyes. She closes the door behind her and takes a deep breath.

Finally found this place. It wasn't easy. Too many stairs.

She looks around your room slowly, her eyes gazing over every table and chair. You get the impression she's absorbing more details than you know until her gaze finally turns to you.

Thanks for taking me in. I'll do my best to not be a burden. I've never started things off so indebted to someone before. But I'll work to pay that off.

You listen to her and can't help but be taken by her efficiency. You can tell it won't take long before she's adjusted to life in the Black Hall and only hope she'll warm up to you just as fast. But you know hers is a free spirit that won't stay put for long.

Anyway, can you show me around? It's important I know our sleeping arrangements as soon as possible.