Iron Scars

London, 1783

Magnus was walking down the street when he saw her. She was glamorised from the mundane, but any half decent warlock can see through a strong glamour, and her's was rather... weak. Her hair was bright pink and green, which was unusual at the time. He liked it, it was spunky. Magnus walked closer. The girl was sobbing, he could hear it. He glamoured himself, then walked up to the sobbing, strange looking girl. "Hello, my name is Magnus Bane. What ever is wrong, I am here to help." The girl looked up. Her eyes were violet, and her skin a pastel green. Fae. There was a piece of pink cloth covering the lower half of her face, jest leaving her forehead and her eyes. Magnus wondered what it was for. "Thank you," The girl whispered "Thank you so much."