"Membership ring?" Belladonna questioned, a hint of worry gracing her tone as her face sank slightly.
"You are not a member of the Tower?" The Receptionist immediately frowned, glancing at Belladonna's hands as she looked for the ring, before looking up at her again with narrowed eyes.
"Oh... You're a Graceless. I see... That is even more unexpected. Your kind are all lingering on the lower level. I've yet to see one advance to this level yet, and I haven't heard of any Graceless members coming close to developing their source yet.
Does... Does that mean you are entirely self taught?" The receptionist asked with a flash of surprise. When she first mentioned graceless, there was the same look of pity that the Innkeeper had given her.
But before the irritation of it could settle in Belladonna's heart, it was replaced by the shock as well as something else. There were hints of envy and it was clear she was impressed on some level.
