As the last words of Roy's chant echoed through the hall, the glow flashed into a near-blinding light, easily filling the room - and some way beyond. The choice to go deep into the dungeons had been wise, if the goal was to go unnoticed.

And then, as the light just started to recede, two footsteps could be heard in the circle's center. As they faded, what Roy saw before his eyes... Was perhaps less impressive than he could have hoped for.

The redheaded girl couldn't be out of her teens, not even five feet tall. Her red and yellow outfit carried several signs of her training as a mage - jewelry in patterns that signified their nature as a caster's tools and shields set along her cloak, her gloves - all over, really.

However, before even that, there shone no small sense of confidence, as she directly met Roy's eyes.

"Hey. Are you the lucky one who gets to be my Master?"