Next after Vulcan was a woman.
She looked quite... unique, with long green hair flowing past her waist, hidden mostly under a wide white hat that drooped over her face. Her dress was white too, simple, flowing, and far too clean for someone who claimed to be an alchemist.
The woman was an Anthroph as well, a bird-folk, a Harpie.
Xenos squinted at her from behind his desk.
"...are you sure you're not here for a wedding?"
The girl jolted slightly, clutching her hat tighter.
"N-no…"
Her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper.
If Vulcan was all stone and steel, this girl was all cover and silence.
He flipped a paper on his desk and pretended to read.
"Name?"
She hesitated before answering.
"M-Mary."
"Mary..."
He repeated, leaning forward.
"Got a last name?"
Her fingers twitched.
"…Zosimos."
"Alright, I like it."
Eris hummed in his head.
'She looks terrified.'
'A good sign... it means she's not pretending.'
He dropped the paper and clasped his hands.
