"She has a...unique ability." Best if Zevlor doesn't go bellowing out that he's walked into a magic shop with a goddess-begotten immortal being here. Lorroakan is a dead man, as far as he's concerned, but there's no reason to go fighting an endless chain of ambitious wizards if they don't have to. "One that has been siphoned from her before."

Rolan is the one ambitious wizard he's inclined to trust, but he didn't expect him to volunteer to fight against his own master. The surprise shows in his face, but it only lingers for a moment. "You're quite sure? This is--"

"Your company will be most welcome, young wizard." Aylin says. Her voice is as impressive as the rest of her, and as attention-grabbing. "Zevlor speaks highly of you. But we must move quickly if we are to retain the element of surprise."

Zevlor opens his mouth, then closes it again as the aasimar resumes her purposeful stride toward the stairs. It's more than a little comical, how he has to jog to catch up with her. And now it occurs to him that she could have just flown to one of the upper windows, carrying him along if needed. Maybe she walked through the lobby on purpose, to give Rolan the chance to join them.

He's not in charge of this at all. How humbling!