For the first week that Fiera was in Brimstorm, Feven had her stay in the apartment and the shop. He said he had commissioned a glamour charm to be made for her, modeled after a portrait that Dimmerson had drawn. When Fiera questioned why, Feven had explained that the glamour he had commissioned was going to be of a draconian woman with blue scales. When Fiera complained, saying she had been excited to finally look like a normal person, Feven took hold of her by the shoulders. He told her that she is normal, and this glamour is only for the next few months anyway. After that, no one should be looking for her. Plus, the illusion would hold up if someone were to brush against her actual scales, or touch her face. He also explained people of draconic ancestry were much more common here. They were still somewhat of a rarity, but even just staring out the window during the day, Fiera saw a few pass by. She was upset for a few days after he broke the news, but she soon realized that Feven was right, and keeping her draconic look was indeed the smartest move. She mostly stayed in her room that week. There was a small bookshelf in her room that was about half-full of strange books. There were stories, biographies, a halfling dictionary, history texts, and several books in languages Fiera couldn’t recognize, let alone read. By the end of the week, Fiera had gone through several books, and she knew she wanted nothing more than to fill the rest of her shelves with more. Finally, after a full week, a knock came from outside Fiera’s door. “Come in,” Fiera called. She was reclined on her bed, reading a book about some adventurer who claimed to have killed a basilisk in an undead city. Feven entered, a smile on his face and Fiera jumped at the sight. “Is it here?” she asked excitedly, trying to inspect whatever it was he was holding behind his back. Feven revealed a small wooden box, and handed it to her. “Now, this was quite expensive. Don’t lose it,” Feven smiled. Fiera opened the box to reveal a small, blue, triangular gemstone surrounded by platinum. As she took it from the box, a matching platinum chain came with it. Feven helped her put it on, and as soon as it was clasped around her neck, Fiera saw her scales flash, leaving them an icy blue color, a bit lighter than Feven’s. She turned and hugged him tightly. “Thank you! I’ll be sure to pay you back. How much did it cost?” Fiera asked, looking down to examine her new necklace. “Don’t worry. It’s a gift, and an investment on my part. Just promise me you will stay out of trouble…or at least out of sight of the guard,” laughed Feven. “I will, I promise.” He turned and grabbed hold of the small hand mirror that sat on her desk. She inspected her face and saw it was now slightly more angular and sharp. She barely recognized herself. “Does this mean I can leave the shop now?” she asked, looking back at Feven. “It means you can go out on errands for me - starting tomorrow. I have some supplies I need you to pick up for me, as well as a few things I ordered. And yes, in the evenings and on your days off you’re free to explore the city,” he nodded. Fiera hugged him once more, and Feven bid her goodnight. She couldn’t stop smiling. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.