Oliver pushed open the guild's doors and stepped outside—only to find someone standing directly in his path.
He blinked.
A woman was waiting for him.
She was about his age, maybe a year older—tall, graceful, and impossible to ignore. Her long auburn hair spilled over her shoulders, gleaming in the morning light. A form-fitting mage's robe hugged her body in all the right places, deep blue with silver trimming that marked her as someone educated—probably from a high-ranking academy. Her violet eyes caught his, sharp but gentle, and there was something… familiar about them.
Oliver, still half-dazed from the long morning, rubbed his eyes. "Uh… can I help you?"
Instead of answering, she stepped sideways—blocking his path again.
He frowned slightly. "You, uh… planning to stand there all day?"
Her lips curved into a playful smirk. "You really don't recognize me?"
Oliver tilted his head. "Should I?"
