Next after Vulcan was a woman.
She looked quite... unique, with long green hair flowing past her waist and gray eyes, both hidden mostly under a wide white hat that drooped over her face. Her dress was white too, simple, flowing, and far too clean for someone who claimed to be an alchemist.
The woman was a blessed folk as well, though of a widespread lineage not specific to a certain animal, now commonly known as elves.
Ignotus squinted at her from behind his desk.
"...are you sure you're not here for a wedding?"
The girl jolted slightly, clutching her hat tighter.
"N-no…"
Her voice was soft, barely more than a whisper.
If Vulcan was all stone and steel, this girl was all cover and silence.
Ignotus flipped a paper on his desk and began to read.
"Name?"
She hesitated before answering.
"M-Mary."
"Mary..."
He repeated, leaning forward.
"Got a last name?"
Her fingers twitched.
"…Jabar."
"Alright, Southerner, I like it."
Eris hummed in his head.
