On the first day, Jada walked into the Ivory Tower with a slightly dreamy expression. She was not paying attention to where she was or what she was doing. When she looked around, she saw a large circular room, immaculate, just like herself. It was furnished modestly with a desk stacked high with scrolls, and a table covered in strange mechanical devices. Jada walked to a large circular window that overlooked the city and paused before turning to sit at the desk. She leafed through the mountain of scrolls with a sigh. Her blue eyes shone like forgotten pools, staring off into the distance, unseeing. A strand of hair fell over her dark face, which would make it hard for her to read had she been paying attention.