"I'm... I'm sorry... Could you repeat that one more time, please?" Evlin asked the woman in front of her.
"My name is Hana... And I need to talk to you..." replied the lady who looked just like the painting of the goddess of the east hanging in front of them inside the entrance hallway of the temple of the fire mages.
Evlin just finished talking with Marcus a couple of seconds ago and was in a really good mood for the first time in a while, but right now, finding out that the originator of magic herself was right there next to her was enough to send her to a breaking point once again.
She then slapped her own face with both hands and began to groan, "Uuuuuuughhhh... Of course you are... And of course you do..."
"Uuh..." Hana flinched a little from Evlin's reaction, "something wrong...?"
