The young french girl, petite in figure walked along the path ways. Her eyes looked at several of the hovering signs that gave directions. She had heard that one could obtain a questing license from this academy. She had just finished a concert and was quite exhausted thus her wanting this to be her last task of her day before she went to rest. Her violin held securely in her right hand along with the bow, held by the curling of one of her fingers about the wooden structure that held the string of the bow tense. Following the directions thoroughly, or as best as she could; she did not know too much english. She wandered these halls for quite some time, accidently walking into classes that were in session and such.
At some point during her travels through these halls she even ended up in the janitor's closet. She finally came to the questor's office. Cautiously entering the office, her eyes peering from left to right as she walked up to the desk. She did her best to utter, in english, a request for her Questing License. "M..m...l-lice..." she failed. She could not request it in an english and in shame, she merely asked for it in french, hoping that the man behind the desk could catch her drift. "Mon permis...p..pl..ease." She had pulled out her purase, aware that such an item costs money. Waiting to hear the amount, she held her purse idlely in hand; having placed the violin and bow on the floor, leaned up against the desk for support.
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