Obsidian laughed as she walked around the small room she found herself in, smirking as she reached the window "Well now, the world looks a little different but I'm sure the people are just the-..." Obsidian cut herself off, slowly looking down she saw a line of what looked like a pile of fine white powder, she turned in a circle, noticing she was surrounded by the stuff with an old sigil writin in chalk "You... how dare you?!" Obsidian shouted, clenching her jaw so hard that her teeth started creaking, suddenly she closed her eyes and began to chuckle, before laughing once more and clapping her clawed hands "Well you certainly have been reading your books, haven't you? Congratulations! By law I am now your personal, magical servant for the time being. So... Slowly, Obsidian got on her knees before bowing her head "ما هو طلبك يا سيدي العزيز؟" Obsidian said in her original language before looking back up