[Gallagher]

It was with a mighty bolt and a veritable typhoon of mana that Lucienne's servant appeared. A crackle and burn of magical energy that ate straight through the tarp she'd laid down and left an array of branching scorch marks on the floor. Unfortunate, but nothing, she hoped, that laying down that poor imitation rug wouldn't cover.

Neither Luci nor her familiar seemed particularly impressed by the man's entrance, despite the start it gave Mousse. And, despite that start, Mousse wasn't particularly hesitant about approaching the man's hand when it was offered.

Luci did her best not to sigh.

"That would be my familiar. You'll be seeing a lot of one another. I assume that won't be a problem?"