A middle-aged woman wandered into an office that didn't match one of a town mayor but rather a runaway noble with an unusual habit of collecting anything expensive-looking. She glanced around with strained curiosity at the various paintings, sculptures, artefacts, and even noble-style clothes; her eyes then lingered on an open chest overflowing with mana stones and coins with longing before she finally met the eyes of the room's other occupant.
Jack coldly appraised Mary.
'Average face and body. Slight wrinkles appear on the face, suggesting middle age. Unfortunately, I don't recognise her from the game, meaning she is a generic NPC.'
Mary shifted uncomfortably close to the sofa; as a simple farm girl, she was oblivious to noble and mage etiquette; one wrong move could spell her end, and she wished to survive this meeting.
Jack motioned toward the sofa. "Relax, Mary of Blackthorn; take a seat, and we can begin our conversation."
