Teyha had almost given up on waiting for the Master to open his door, assuming that he was either too busy, or simply not inside at the moment. As she turned though, the door swung open, and she found herself staring at a servant, The Master working on a tall stack of papers behind her. "Good afternoon." Teyha started, startled.
Hesitantly she stepped in, smiling at the servent. Her hands twisted her coat for a few short moments, feeling the fabric bunch together between her fingers. "I... I came here to become one of your wares." She almost blurted out in a soft voice. "I am... Teyha." She paused at the name, it was not her real one, but she prefered it to her given one, "The white witch. I came to seek protection here, in exchange for my freedom." Her eyes flickered back up to his once, almost making contact before they were on the ground again. "I will try my best not to be a burden, if you take me on..."