Together, Feven and Fiera made their way to a small building about four blocks down from Grandad’s Chest. As they approached, Fiera could see a sign through the rain that read, “Fevenworth Dentistry” and further underneath it another sign read, “New Patients Welcome!” On one side of the building there was a business called Lizzie’s Deli. On the other side was a set of blue, double doors with a sign above that read “Post Haste” with an emblem of a letter with wings attached. Fiera followed her new employer to the door where he pulled out a large, iron key, which shrunk down to a smaller size as he put it into the lock. He turned the key and the door opened with a slight click. He gave the door a shove, and a bell rang as it swung inward. They headed indoors, and blinding lights came on a moment later, then dimmed down to a low light. “Yes, yes, sorry for the late night interruption, Dimmerson. I’ve happened across a new employee and she is in need of some lodging upstairs. Her name is Fiera, and I expect you to be nice to each other,” said Feven, to no one in particular. Fiera looked around and couldn't see anyone. They were in a waiting room that had a desk, and a few chairs placed around in a square. A doorway led to the back and another had a staircase leading upward. Fiera heard a slight whimper as she took a step forward to inspect the small room. There were a few sculptures of teeth hanging from the ceiling, and on the wall was a beautiful mural. A circular, cottage home with a garden, some woods in the distance, and the most wonderful wildflowers had been painted on the wall. She heard a slight whimper again as she stepped closer to the front desk. There, sitting on the desk, was a little, blue mushroom - but upon further inspection, Fiera could see that the mushroom was moving. It had small arms, a pointed, blue hat-cap and was holding a wooden staff that he was using to draw. The little mushroom-man was drawing an image of something, and as Fiera approached, she could see it was an image of the two of them, stepping into the room. “You must be Dimmerson, it's nice to meet you,” said Fiera, regretting not seeing the small, blue mushroom right away. As she drew closer, he gave a small nod and continued to finish his picture. Fiera could see little stars and moons patterned across his cap, and he wore a blue cloak. Dimmerson said nothing, but finished the drawing and handed it to Fiera. “Oh, thank you. This is wonderful,” said Fiera, smiling at Dimmerson. Dimmerson kicked at the desk playfully and wandered over to a mug which he jumped into. “Yes, he is quite the artist. He assists me during the surgeries. He makes sure I have the light I need, and uses his staff to see through patients' skin and show me the decay in people’s teeth. He is quite the little guy,” chuckled Feven. “Anyway, the apartment is upstairs, it should be unlocked. I’ll leave you to get settled. I’ll have your tarnished pass requisitioned tomorrow and I’ll talk to someone about getting a glamour charm made for you.” “Thank you, Mr. Fevenworth, truly,” said Fiera. “Ah, when we are in here, it's Dr. Fevenworth. Everywhere else you can just call me Feven, though.” He winked, and began to head out. Fiera watched him leave, then made her way upstairs. At the top of the stairs there was a small landing and a door that was shut. Fiera tried the handle, but found it locked. She quickly took out her lockpick and unlocked it after a few prods with the small tool. The door swung open easily enough and she wandered into the small chamber. There was a bed, desk, chair, mirror, chest of drawers, and a large trunk. Fiera sat on the bed and looked out the window to see the moonlight reflecting off passing raindrops. This place was hers. Not some stinky alleyway cobbled into a hut, not a damp rooftop, or a swaying shack that threatened to fall at any moment. She had a real apartment all to herself. And Dimmerson, of course. Fiera smiled as she laid back on the bed. Maybe this was when her life would finally start to turn around.