Hannah dismissed the notice with a thought and stepped through the large door the nun had opened for her.

When she was through the door closed behind her, but the nun did not follow her into the room. Before her was the High Priestess sitting at her desk. There were two plush chairs in front of her desk, on already filled.

No sooner had the door closed did the figure stand, her head and upper body swiveling around to get a look at Hannah.

There was a very girly squeal, as Hannah was immediately set upon by the unknown human woman. However, before she could cross the room to Hannah the Priestess clutched at her holy symbol and after extending out her other hand made a clutching motion.

The woman’s body arrested mid step as she began to topple over. Hannah was there in two steps catching the seemingly paralyzed woman. The woman in her arms was about 5’8. She had long dark hair and wore robes of muted colors. Her eyes were green with flecks of gold.

The woman simply smiled brightly as Hannah got her upright again. The Priestess relaxed her hand and the woman’s body once more moved.

The woman looked ready to pounce once more, but then froze before turning back to look at the Priestess.

“Good. Now that you are here miss Hannah there are things we must discuss.” Hannah nodded and then looked at the woman who stood a head shorter than her. Hannah kind of liked being tall but being 6’2 would take some getting used to.

Hannah extended a hand to the woman, “Hello my name is Hannah Ashborn, what’s yours?” The woman extended out her own hand. “I am very excited to meet you. My name is Alexandria. You can call me Alex.” They shook hands as Alex practically beamed with excitement.

Hannah was very uncomfortable as the woman released her hand and began feeling up her right arm. She was stunned by the action and thus only asked a question for the moment, “What are you doing?”

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The woman stopped and looked at Hannah’s face for a moment before continuing. “As you may not have been told yet I am the Necromancer who helped craft this body of yours. I am going over it, as I am also tasked with helping to maintain it.

That notice made sense now.

Weakness Most healing spells and, healing, potions are half as effective on you. This lesser effectiveness also may include other types of potions.

Hannah looked at the Priestess still sitting at her desk in bewilderment. The priestess simply sat straight up in her chair with her hands cupped on her lap, “She was originally slated to die for her Heresy.”

Hannah somewhat flinched at that harsh tone and raised voice, but Alex paid it no mind. The Priestess annoyed by this continued. “Our lord Kensivar, lord of light, has informed me upon my insistence as to the reasons for her life being spared. You. She was spared due to you being brought here.”

Hannah weighted her words for a moment then she continued, “She was arrested for grave robbing and when it was discovered she was a necromancer I handed down the death sentence. But our lord had need of her. She is quite annoying…”

Hannah turned her head as Alex was now feeling around her back. “So, you’re my physician?” This question actually caused Alex to stop and wonder for a moment, as she looked back at Hannah mumbling to herself.

Her mumbling did not last long however as not 10 seconds later she was back at it.

Hannah shuddered at Alex’s touch, but she kept her composure as this was not her first physical inspection. Hannah after another moment decided to try and break the awkwardness by speaking to the Priestess.

“I’m terribly sorry I never asked your name when I arrived.” Hannah said to the Priestess sipping some tea at her desk. The Priestess set her tie down on her desk.

“I am High Priestess Penelope Lockheart. It is a pleasure to formally meet you.” As she spoke, she pulled up the sides of her long skirt and curtsied. “May I know your full name?”

“Its Hannah Rodrick Ashborn. You can call me Hannah or miss Ashborn if you would prefer formality.” Penelope smiled her first genuine smile in more than a year. “I can see why Kensivar chose you now. In public we will remain formal, but in private…”

Hannah smiled it was a nice moment, then she felt Alex’s hands working their way down her right thigh.