' You know, I can smell that putrid smell that odors from your body . . . '

     The lanky,oily colored mage turned to see an unfamiliar sight. She raised a brow, then grimaced as if      she had seen something . . . unpleasant. Flipping over the pages in her tome, her sharp violaceous      amethyst eyes began to alight as she outstretched her arm. Growling almost. Her expression      saying that the stranger is most unwelcome.