Alisa had taken a good few moments to wipe off the worst of the dust off her outfit, leaving it as pristine as possible... But there was nothing she could do about all the rips and tears, especially in her tights. She sighed and tried her best to ignore it, and though it wasn't easy, she managed. After all, this was a work outfit. She wore it expecting it to get torn, and for the same reason she always kept spares at home. But watching one of your favorite outfits get all ripped up would never become a pleasant experience. People still looked at her pretty much the same way; the damaged clothes meant she was clearly hard at work, but that did little to hinder her beauty and elegance.
The smell of freshly cooked meat teased her nose and before long, Alisa walked inside a Kebab place to order herself some food. Lunch would have been mostly uneventful, the mages's mind all but turned away from external stimuli as she pondered on what other work Lord Reign might have set out for her. As she took a bite out her kebab, she recalled what they had talked about before she left to fill her stomach for another laborious afternoon.
"...So what's this other job? More construction work?", inquired Alisa, no more than half an hour ago
"No...", he smiled and nervously nervously, "If only... It's far worse. Not as dangerous, but worse nonetheless."
Alisa raised an eyebrow. What could be worse than getting your clothes all messy? Having a giant magical beast out to eat you? Hunting Dark Mages in their own lair? Fishing sharks by hand? In the end, Lord Valystasia, didn't tell her, though he did ask her to come by a set address at 3PM sharp, and not a minute late. Ideally, she should arrive sooner. He told her not to bother with changing into a fresh outfit, as that would be unnecessary. So there was Alisa, walking through the streets of Hargeon, away from the docks and towards the wealthier part of town. And before long she had arrived at the destination.
"Here I am...", she thought out loud, looking at the large manor before her... Before doing a double take and double checking the address, her eyes widening as she realized where the young Lord's directions had lead her, "This is...? The Valystasia manor...?"
For the first time in a long while, she felt a hint of insecurity. She always dressed and looked her best for her own sake before everyone else's, picking out the best clothes and ensuring they fit her, often her getting her bangs trimmed so she had not one hair out of place. Between this and her graceful manners, she saw no difficulty mingling with the nobles whenever the need arose. But for the first time since joining Blue Pegasus, she felt like she'd made a mistake with her outfit. Even if she'd still be working, part of her found it unacceptable to enter this mansion in a ripped up outfit...