Take of three souls.

[Hecate Rothchild]

Hecate looked at how irritated Warren had become due to something as small as a mosquito. "why does such a small pest cause draw so much ire out of you?" she asked as her mind looked for the words to describe an Impregnable fortress. "Thick stone walls, turrets and spires defended by trebuchet and balliste" she commented, a Tall central keep! somewhere I may call forth the full might of my magic. It must have a massive library and a workshop where I might make my constructs." Hecate said, though seemingly excited, the only of her requests that seemed to make her smile was the library.

"What is your definition of futaristic?" she asked as she considered the diferences between technology of their two people