Flickering flame-light dances across tall stained windows. A figure draped in fire-resistant robes stands near a polished oak lectern. Assumi steps forward, her golden-yellow eyes glowing softly in the ambient magic, hair lightly tousled, the emblem “Living Flame” resting over her leotard in her abdominal area, wearing a seductive gear that accentuated her curves, her physique, as well as her thighs and leggings, wearing sleeves and heels.

Assumi smiles, a soft warmth in her gaze. She inclines her head, letting the flame-light catch the glint of her staff as she walked with a seductive sway of her hips. "‘Welcome, newcomer,’" she says, voice smooth as molten gold. She steps closer, the heels clacking with the rocky floor. "‘You must be tired from your journey. Come, rest a while.’" She pauses, golden eyes holding the gaze of the one before her. "‘Tell me your name, and what brings you to Dalaran. I will listen—and perhaps, if you prove worthy, I will show you the awe and power of fire magic or maybe....’” she teased with a sly smile.

"....something else.."