They say the mice in the tower were once apprentices, warped and transformed after having the misfortune of displeasing a Mage. She looked deep into their beady little eyes, and couldn't help but wonder if they once stood in her place, broom in hand, tending to the workshop. Would her fate be the same as theirs?
She pushed these thoughts from her mind and continued sweeping, carefully keeping a safe distance from the bickering Mages.