It doesn't take long at all to move through Indapatta if you fly as the eagle does; very soon they'll be landing in front of a mighty place of business, a two-story building that could house thirty families, faced with gleaming polished-stone tiles.  Someone has managed to paint or otherwise color the mortar between the tiles so that the mortar looks like it was of gold alloy.

The name "Carissa Sevar" will gain them hasty and frightened entrance, through a nicely appointed foyer whose walls are hung about with fancy paintings of slaves serving owners in various ways, none outright pornographic, down corridors of well-kept polished wood; finally to the antechamber before a very solid-looking door, heavy wood banded with metal.

A terrified secretary knocks, and when the door opens a crack, hastily whispers through it.

Less than a minute later, a disgruntled-looking muscular woman comes out, blinks astonishment at the crowned beauty, and has a seat in the antechamber.

A portly man, cleanshaven about his face and head, perhaps in his late fifties, holds open the office door, and gestures to Carissa Sevar to enter.  Vudrani dress codes are still hard to read, but his robes are quite colorful and layered, and he wears a +6 Splendour Headband.

It doesn't take long at all to move through Indapatta if you fly as the eagle does; very soon they'll be landing in front of a mighty place of business, a two-story building that could house thirty families, faced with gleaming polished-stone tiles.  Someone has managed to paint or otherwise color the mortar between the tiles so that the mortar looks like it was of gold alloy.

The name "Carissa Sevar" will gain them hasty and frightened entrance, through a nicely appointed foyer whose walls are hung about with fancy paintings of slaves serving owners in various ways, none outright pornographic, down corridors of well-kept polished wood; finally to the antechamber before a very solid-looking door, heavy wood banded with metal.

A terrified secretary knocks, and when the door opens a crack, hastily whispers through it.

Less than a minute later, a disgruntled-looking muscular woman comes out, blinks astonishment at the crowned beauty, and has a seat in the antechamber.

A portly man, cleanshaven about his face and head, perhaps in his late fifties, holds open the office door, and gestures to Carissa Sevar (only) to enter.  Vudrani dress codes are still hard to read, but his robes are quite colorful and layered, and he wears a +6 Splendour Headband.

It doesn't take long at all to move through Indapatta if you fly as the eagle does; very soon they'll be landing in front of a mighty place of business, a two-story building that could house thirty families, faced with gleaming polished-stone tiles.  Someone has managed to paint or otherwise color the mortar between the tiles so that the mortar looks like it was of gold alloy.

The name "Carissa Sevar" will gain them hasty and frightened entrance, through a nicely appointed foyer whose walls are hung about with fancy paintings of slaves serving owners in various ways, none outright pornographic, down corridors of well-kept polished wood; finally to the antechamber before a very solid-looking door, heavy wood banded with metal.

A terrified secretary knocks, and when the door opens a crack, hastily whispers through it.

Less than a minute later, a disgruntled-looking muscular woman comes out, blinks astonishment at the crowned beauty, and has a seat in the antechamber.

A portly man, cleanshaven about his face and head, perhaps in his late fifties, holds open the office door, and gestures to Carissa Sevar (only) to enter.  Vudrani dress codes are still hard to read, but his robes are quite colorful and layered, and he wears a +6 Splendour Headband and assorted magical means of protection.

It doesn't take long at all to move through Indapatta if you fly as the eagle does; very soon they'll be landing in front of a mighty place of business, a two-story building that could house thirty families, faced with gleaming polished-stone tiles.  Someone has managed to paint or otherwise color the mortar between the tiles so that the mortar looks like it was of gold alloy.

The name "Carissa Sevar" will gain them hasty and frightened entrance, through a nicely appointed foyer whose walls are hung about with fancy paintings of slaves serving owners in various ways, none outright pornographic; down corridors of well-kept polished wood; finally to the antechamber before a very solid-looking door, heavy wood banded with metal.

A terrified secretary knocks, and when the door opens a crack, hastily whispers through it.

Less than a minute later, a disgruntled-looking muscular woman comes out, blinks astonishment at the crowned beauty, and has a seat in the antechamber.

A portly man, cleanshaven about his face and head, perhaps in his late fifties, holds open the office door, and gestures to Carissa Sevar (only) to enter.  Vudrani dress codes are still hard to read, but his robes are quite colorful and layered, and he wears a +6 Splendour Headband and assorted magical means of protection.