Red Sorceress

"Go into the woods he says..." Irene says to herself, holding the torch aloft. "No magic, he says..." The forest was dark, and the torch illuminated just a small portion of it. Mostly though, it just showed the wisps of fog that hid the soft turf below her boots. "Find the purple mushrooms below the old oak tree" she droned in a mockery of her master's voice "and pluck the caps from the stems"

"Oh be nice Irene." Chelsea chattered up from the fog. "You like going off on these errands! I don't understand why you feel the need to complain about it."

"Because I also like my sleep."

"I do too, but this is more exciting."

A branch snapped off in the darkness. "What was that?" Irene whispers.

"A branch snapping" Chelsea whispers back.

"Funny."

"This is your master's estate. It's not like he'd let some nasty alpha predator-"

Another branch snapped.

"Do you know him at all?!? He'd do it just for this!"

"Good point"

Irene felt Chelsea's little rat claws climbing their way up her leg. Whatever it was, it was coming closer. Looking at her torch, she debated tossing it to the side

"I said no magic, I didn't say make as much noise as you could." His muddy boots clomped into the torchlight.

 Irene is a low level but gifted sorceress who her master delights in sending on errands that he knows she'll hate. Her preference would be to never leave the comfort of the manor house or school, but her master insists she get some "in the field" experience. She is always accompanied by her rat familiar named Chelsea. She is very attractive and not at all interested, thank you very much. Her bed is for sleeping. That said, she isn't above using her physical beauty to try to get what she wants.