Out in the hall waited Breena, the mage, slightly taller, but only a few 
centimeters. Peter guessed her age as the same as Liaison’s, but her face was set and grave and a bit angry,
making her look older. She wore a black jacket tied with a large belt, heavy 
black stockings, and black boots. The shoulders of her jacket were so large that 
they distorted her body into something too muscular-looking for her small frame. 
She had pinned silver and gold brooches to the lapel of her jacket. Fetishes, 
Peter guessed, to help her with her magic.