“I am a [Courtesan of Change]. High-level. Each time, I become someone either I or my client has met. It affects my personality too, so please excuse me.”
They might even know she was a [Courtesan of Change]. Ilvriss doubted it; Brilm and Tasilt probably didn’t think much of her class aside from its utility in the bedroom. It was that. That was a weakness of his people. Their disdain for things that were not proper or good, or Drakeish.
Xesci, the [Courtesan of Change], was the kind of person who had all the answers by her very nature. She did not—usually—give them out since there was such a thing as confidentiality and client privilege, especially in her line of work. These circumstances dictated otherwise.
That made her so frightening. She could take on anyone’s face, and even change her height. She was a [Courtesan of Change], and she claimed she had forgotten her original face and form. Frankly…Nerul wondered if she was even a Drake.
The Drake didn’t regret it. The [Courtesan of Change] had a weak class in that she was no [Wall Lord] or [General], who, by definition, levelled slower and gained more power per level.
The [Courtesan of Change] had forgotten that when she observed, the [Innkeeper] noticed. Erin Solstice’s eyes slid sideways, and she noticed Xesci and stopped laughing a second.
