Melissa was wandering around the Institute, her face hidden by the large sketchbook in her arms. Her eyes seemed to be trained onto the paper as her right hand scribbled away. As one would have thought, she didn't pay attention to where she was going. As a result, she walked into a rather elegant looking door, bumping her head. A small wince of pain left her lips. She averted her eyes from the book in her hands and observed the area. Unfamiliar. She silently prayed that someone was around here.
Alistar had heard a knock at his door. A visitor? It would be strange to have someone approach him today. He recalled no matches he needed to attend, and no business that he had to attend to. He was quietly grinding herbs down in a bowl, and he stood up from the table, pushing his chair out and walking towards the door. Maybe someone wished to collaborate on a project? Whoever it might be, he was curious now.
The Minotaur pulled on the door, swinging it back, and seeing a woman standing in front of him. Black hair, and something familiar…something he didn’t like. He wasn’t able to put his finger on it yet. “May I help you…?” He asked, kneeling himself down on his right knee at the threshold, looking over the woman.
