One of the shaman

In the door way a goblin from the shamans stood. She had a look of contempt in her eyes as she gazed at Beatrix.

She was an average looking goblin but fierce looking as well. she stood at what looked like four foot even and had tattoos covering her what skin available to see from her black robes. Swirls of black, red and blues laid upon her skin. Her black hair laid about her head in dozens dreadlocks.

With a wave of her hand she stepped into the tower pushing past Beatrix.

"Take me to the master." She said not looking at Beatrix.

Frowning annoyed she looked the shaman over.

"And you are?" She asked alittle tone of anger slipping into her voice.

The shaman's head snapped towards Beatrix with a frown. "Luuz apprentice to the high shaman." She said slowly, "And you are a street slut that the master graced with washing his feet." She added still moving into the tower more. "So do not speak to me like an equal."

Beatrix narrowed her eyes at the shaman, anger simmering behind them. "That is not possible at the moment. He is busy."

"Then inform him that I have arrived and I will wait." She had sat in one of the chairs that adorn the room.

"He may be several hours." Beatrix add, shutting the door.

"My master told me to wait so I shall." She said not looking at her. "Now begone and do your task slut."

Beatrix opened her mouth to retort only to closed it with a click. She slowly thought it over before grinned evilly inward.

"At once." Beatrix said making for the stairs. "I will be working with the Master so I will not be around."

The shaman said something but Beatrix ignored it she had a potion to brew.