Fleur had been anxiously awaiting this moment. She had been hopeful that by joining this school she would learn and grow her magical talents. She had read her own fortune for the day and it showed promise, though nothing was ever certain. As she well knew, fate could be shifted. She felt a chill on the back of her neck, a side-effect of her pact with her patron. It was almost as if her patron was watching behind her, breathing down her spine. They were not malevolent, but chaos was not always evil.

As Teacher Ot spoke about their task, Fleur looked over her companions with some mild interest mixed with uncertainty. While she expected to work with others, the crew in front of her did not boast confidence.

With their task at hand, Teacher Ot turned to tread to wherever he was needed, but Fleur caught a glance, a shifting of his demeanor, a darkness of worry and concern.

This, too, did not boast confidence.

She was brought back when one of theirs spoke up, a goblin named Jenks. [color=d5b3df][i]"Oh good, it speaks in the third person."[/i][/color] Fleur felt herself grow more weary, but she would still complete the job. [color=d5b3df]"I suggest we head towards those canals the teacher mentioned. Our fishwoman should be around there, I imagine."[/color]