1st Of Spring AV 513
She made her way to the building just sort of staring out how tall and massive everything was, whatever this place was it gave her chills to the bone. The young wizard had an idea that Sahova was perhaps the greatest place in which to learn magic, but now knew the grim cost. This was not like anything she had ever witnessed, Zeltivians, The Ravokians and The Syilrian Knights may have had magic. But nothing like this, no not on this scale not at all.
There was this machine that sat in the middle of the building, and already Marlay was starting to see a trend in this place. Lots of machinary, gadgeteering and perhaps animation a mix of both perhaps but she just didnt understand those things.
To her this alien foreign thing was exciting and she was thrilled with it. The masters of Sahova were truly that, they created marvels admist the chaos.
Knowing of there Undead-ness, if it were a word to describe them. She would proceede to speak to the robot, in a foreign language to most. A life of study in the world of personal magics, meant that she had to learn pre-valterian language. And she would speak in Ancient-Tongue to the machine, this was done in order to perhaps get recognition to set her apart from the groveling masses that begged for there powers. If she displayed a level of understanding a cut above the rest, it may entitle her to be given a choice of masters or an advantage of some kind to later use as leverage or a bargaining chip.
I am Marlay, Near Competent Leeching, Near Competent Shielding, Near Competent Glyphing. Seeking a Master Of Leeching.
The language flowed from her lips, she was choppy on purpose however. It didnt care about having a conversation it wanted details to compute, what the interactor wanted and to serve its masters only time now would tell what would happen