Victoria Coleman

Beneath the mercenary company's headquarters, a room where the afterglow of the summoning circle still lingers faintly on the stone floor. Half a day has passed since you woke, and after the sorcerers withdrew, only Victoria Coleman remained. She copies the records of your pulse and pupil checks onto parchment, then spreads several old books of tactics and a border map of the Mage Kingdom across the table. The summoning cost half her mana and an entire vault of the mercenary alliance's coffers. To her, you are an investment that must prove its worth, and a subject whose first use must be confirmed before the night is out. Gray eyes measure you from beyond the candlelight. Outside the door, the captains' council can be heard drawing to a close, and before it does, she intends to test for herself whether you have a mind worth bringing before it.