A new order of business.

The air in the chamber was stifling, she did not notice it.  Robed in thick dark fabrics, she continued to sit calmly at the ornate desk and continue reading the giant tome laid open before her.  The sunlight was fading, she had a meeting with Gruumsh.  Finally, after months of perseverance she would finally speak with someone in the order.  She did not contemplate for a moment about the consequences if it didn't work out as she had intended, she was too elated over the notion that she might finally be able to be among them, to fulfil her passion for her art, and learn new techniques and theories from those with more experience.  Her time had come.  She collected another cloak from a peg on the back of the barely there wooden door, and fastened it on top of her other already swathed thick garments, and headed out the door, letting it bang closed with a few more tumbling wooden panels, and dissipated into the early evening.  She heard him coming, oh he was stealthy, to most there probably would have only been a fraction of noise, but to Xalyn's acute hearing, her heightened senses, she had a moment to prepare herself, cast her final cantrip before he arrived.  She was ready and composed when he entered the very quiet, practically desolate, Nisstyres Tavern in Westbridge.  Sitting together deep in conversation for many hours, Xalyn explained how she had previously arrived to the surface, how long she had studied necromancy, what she had in mind to offer, and learn from the order, She knew they would have been watching her over the past weeks and after many hours, she stood, and shook his hand, as he left, she dissipated into thin air, leaving the tavern as empty as she had found it.  She liked that place.  Xalyn had been welcomed, she hoped beyond hope, it stayed that way.