She finds her strangeness in the form of a very odd elf.

As she pushed open the door, Cal's nose was assaulted with a bizarre combination of smells. It seemed like every herb, mineral, and bodily fluid in existence were all being burned, or brewed, or boiled, all at the same time. Shelves ran around the sides of the room, every inch covered in large semi-opaque glass jars, while in the middle of the room were two large tables on which a thousand different intricate experiments seemed to be taking place at once. At the very back, a long desk was covered in papers, scrolls, tomes - and a petite blonde elf. The elf was extremely cute, with large circular glasses, big, inquisitive eyes, a messy blonde ponytail, and wearing the simple, functional clothing of an alchemist. She was currently sitting on the desk, holding what looked like a dark crystal ball, heavily engraved, with a handle on either side. There was an intense look of curiosity on her face as she stroked it, sniffed it, listened carefully to it, and even gently ran the tip of her tongue around the curve. As Cal approached, the elf apparently found a particularly deep and intriguing engraving on one side, and had started to do what could only be described as gently tonguing it. "Greetings, elf. I can see that you are perhaps... busy, but I have urgent need of your services - "

The short elf cut Cal off with an irritated wave of the hand. "Indeed, as you can see I am in the middle of some extremely serious research. I really must investigate this. I shall be with you in a moment, please wait." Cal stood there awkwardly as the elf almost sensually licked around the edge of the oval hole, then closed her eyes and started thrusting her tongue deeper and deeper inside, swirling the tip as she did so, and humming to herself. Just when Cal decided she could take the wet lapping sounds no longer and would return later, much later, or perhaps not at all, the elf suddenly stopped. Setting the orb down with a sigh and wiping her chin, she picked up a seemingly random piece of paper and scrawled a lengthy paragraph in some truly hideous handwriting.

Finished, she finally looked up at Cal and gasped, clapping her delicate hands in delight. "Oh a Godtouched! How fortunate. It seems that I am in need of your assistance also! I'm sure we can come to an agreement." Cal paused. "Yes. I am a Godtouched. You may refer to me as Cal. This assistance will not involve... licking anything, will it?"

The blonde looked nonplussed, as if she had already forgotten that she had, moments ago, been performing passionate cunnilingus on a sphere. "The locals have given me the nickname 'the Professor', you may use that if you wish. No, I don't believe any licking will be necessary, barring something very unexpected." Pushing her glasses up her nose, the Professor continued, "It seems that a Lesser Daemon of Curiosity was sealed within this orb. I wish to release it, then bind it into my own service as a junior laboratory assistant. I believe that a being with divine blood such as yourself may be the key to both freeing and binding this spirit. All you would have to do is hold the sphere while I perform the appropriate incantations. What may I offer you in return for this simple task? You were interested in... if I recall correctly, it was 'licking', I believe? Perhaps I could - "

"No! No, that will certainly not be necessary. All that I require is speaking stones, three if possible. However, if you are feeling charitable, I would appreciate a healing potion, if you can spare one." The slender elf nodded, decisively. "Then a deal is struck! First, I shall prepare the incantation space and the necessary tomes. Next, you will stand in the pentagram while I release the Daemon, holding firmly onto its prison. Its release should only take a moment! After, we simply wait while my bonding magics fully seal the creature - although it is imperative that your hands remain clutched to the orb throughout. After that, well I shall have my junior laboratory assistant, and you shall receive your payment of three speaking stones, a healing potion, and my dexterous tongue at your command!" Cheerfully ignoring Cal's **** correction, the Professor started preparing her ritual, indicating to the frustrated monk any heavy lifting that needed to be done.