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Deep north in the mountains nearby the city of Dorin the city of mon’coral lies. It is a vast city where the wealthy reside, where they have obtained there wealth through gambling and trading goods in dorin. The town is run by the upper-class and lower class workers see to there every need for a chance to bask in there glory and take a piece of there success. It is a town that is surrounded by the cliffs and in the centre lies a massive mansion where it is run by those who have rose in status. while surrounding it are the houses of the villagers, poorly built settlements that hardly keep out the cold. In the mansion it is finely decorated and is the perfect picture of a classical aristocrat dwelling. Paintings line the walls and red carpets are laid along its marble floors. Spiral staircase run all around the inside and chandeliers hang from every ceiling. In the many room of the mansion there are places for great banquets and a huge ballroom made for grand parties.

Main Areas: Lower class village, Mansion.

Andreas finished the wine he was sipping and turned to the maid who stood there silently, she was one of the lower class who lived below who worked for them. They were simple in their ways and were nothing more than cattle who couldn’t survive with out them in this environment. he looked up at her as she stood still silent and grinned she was a pretty girl and new she had come here because it was the only way for her and her family to survive, she could not afford to lose her job so he could treat her any way he wanted, but such things were tiresome and there was no enjoyment out of such an easy task. he sighed.

"Leave now"

"Yes sir"

The girl walked out of the room closing the door behind her and he walked to a glass draw pulling out a finely decorated violin and began to play. The music was full of sorrow and was the thing he found most pleasure in.

Not used to the cold, Fira would have froze to death if she hadn't seen the town nearby. And now she was searching desperately for a shop to by a coat that she may use here and the next cold climate she encountered.

She found a suitable shop and had quite a bit of money saved from her travels. She entered the shop where what looked like a very poor owner immediately greeted her.

"Good evenin' ma'am. What can I do for ya today?" He asked with a friendly smile.

Fira shook the snow off her shoulders as she held her cloak tightly around herself, "Well, it's very cold outside, and I don't exactly have winter clothes. Do you have a coat of any sort? Maybe one in white?"

"Hm, I've never had anyone come in lookin' for a white coat before, but I'll see what I can do for ya." And with that the old man walked into the back, leaving Fira to wait in front of the shop.

While waiting Fira noticed that the cold air seemed to seep into the shop through the floor boards and the wooden door. In fact, it was hard to believe that anyone would settle for living here if they didn't try to at least keep out the cold. But she didn't say anything about it, the man looked poor, and she didn't want to bother him about something he already knew about.

Finally the man came out with quite a nice winter coat, it was of thick material and white. "Here, you think this will suites ya?" He handed Fira the coat and quickly she put it on.

Fira was impressed by how well the coat was made, it already was starting to warm her, "It suites me very well." She grasped the coat around her, "I'll buy it." Without even letting the owner name his price, she pulled out a bag of money and handed it to him.

The store owner looking into the bag, shocked, "But ma'am, this is more than the coat is worth. I can't take it."

Fira just tilted her head in confusion, "Why? It's a nice coat. I think it's well worth the time and effort that you put into making it. Besides, you wouldn't be able to get me to take that money back for the world. Just think of it as a gift." And with that Fira turned and walked out of the shop leaving the owner speechless, but happy that he could afford food for his family for the month.

Now the only thing Fira wanted now was a warm place to rest. And as she walked down the street all the building she saw were run down and probably very cold. Being a phoenix, she completely hated the cold and couldn't stand it as continue to cling to the white coat around her. Looking up the road ahead of her she saw a large mansion. With a smile she walked towards it with the help of her walking stick, hoping to get a room for the night, not really knowing exactly that the wealthy lived there.

Fira stopped for a few moments as she got closer to the castle, and looked up. She was a bit surprised by how big the manor was, but just shrugged and continued forward. It was very cold and all she could think about was getting out of the bitter chill of the air.

She walked up to one of the guards and was about to speak, but was cut off by one of them, "Right this way madam." The guard signaled for her to continue into the entrance of the mansion.

At first Fira hesitated, but when the bitter wind hit her face once again she quickly followed. She walked through the massive doors and into a grand entrance room with marble floors and red carpet. The red carpet was the first thing that caught her eyes then she looked up onto the walls, which were filled with many paintings. And from the walls her eyes looked up onto the celling, where a chandelier hung.

Fira gazed up at the chandelier, as she cupped her hands over the top of her walking stick for a few moments before returning her gaze to the rest of the room at eye level. She walked to one end of the room looking at all of the extravagant things in the room as the manor started to warm her.

By her own curious nature, Fira picked up a vase off of a table. She looked at it closely before placing it back on the table and turning around. She walked away, yet the sound of glass shattering made her pause and slowly turned back around. She saw what was left of the vase on the floor in pieces. She sighed walking over and picking up a large piece as she looked at it curiously, "Why do I always seem to break at least one thing when ever I go anywhere?" She placed the piece onto the table as turned around and started to investigate the rest of the room, this time being careful not to break anything else.

Risa sat there at one of the chairs in the far corner of the table. she silently stared over not showing her any emotion just staring straight at fira. she seemed to be a strange girl dressed in fine attire but also having torn clothes underneath. she felt a strange feeling about this woman but was sure andreas had good reason to let her enter here.

picking up a glass she drank the liquid inside not touching the food.

Andrea smirked as he eyes lit up with the flames.

"but of course but im afraid i would ask for a different kind of payment from one such as yourself."

he began to play a different tune to his violin one more erratic and fast paced like a great energy or burst of flames then the music suddenly became very silent as it suddenly died out and he began to play another sad melody.

"i see i was right. he whispered to himself."

but please wont you have some of the meal ive preapared he turned and smiled down at her as he placed his violin back on the shelf. then walked to the table and waited to seat fira.

Watching the two, Fira hesitated feeling a bit guilty for the vase and for some strange reason felt a little sorrow which only lasted as long as the sad song Andrea played on the violin. She tried to remember human customs during dinning, yet she had learn those quite a long time ago, and only remembered a few. "Well, alright," She walked over and sat down, "And if money wont do as a payment, what exactly did you have in mind for a payment?"

Glancing up with a bit of a curious face towards Risa, Fira could already tell she wasn't making a good impression. With that in mind she looked back down to the food on the table.

"Indeed"

risa sat straight and sipped at her drink some more staring at the girl. there was no jealousy about what andreas was saying to her she just wasn’t that interested. the girl didn’t seem that special to her, even if there was something odd to her dressing style.