Editing Urban Shadows Ashes of The Archmage (section)

==Power==
===Dame Corvina===
Dame Corvina was the one who did the bulk of Algy's training (and is one of his contacts within the order) - a no-nonsense immortal with centuries (or maybe a millennia!) of combat prowess that she's more than eager to bestow upon those she deems worthy of her tutelage. She's definitely the one who has handled the training of all the Sworn the Order has had over time.

Despite Algy's feelings that she would kill him in a heartbeat for stepping a toe out of line (and he's right), I'm thinking she may have something of a soft-spot for him, which isn't something that happens often. Perhaps she may be willing to look the other way in some instances, though if he does something that directly harms the Order she'll take appropriate action.

===Theodora "Theo" Rothwell===
BA Fine Art Student at Central Saint Martins. Theo is sharp-tongued and cool-eyed, with a voice that rarely rises above conversational but still commands attention. Her family, the Rothwells, are archivists, interpreters, and the silent watchers of the Order's relic history. Thea's mother, Margot Rothwell, is high-ranking within the Order's curatorial wing—devout, severe, and quietly disappointed in her daughter's tendency to question doctrine. Theo and her entire family are mortals that have served the Order for a very long time and have proved themselves to be quite useful to the organization's goals. Theo was marked into service at age sixteen, tattooed with the family sigil beneath her left shoulder blade during a ritual she doesn't fully remember.

Algy is one of the few people Theo actually lets in. Their friendship formed not in lectures or society functions, but in the claustrophobic dark of the Order's archive annex, elbow-deep in cursed pigment analysis and poorly documented relics that whispered.

She finds Algy infuriating and essential in equal measure. His irreverence and aplomb nature cracks the shell the Order's bred into her. He, in turn, finds her unnervingly composed, frustratingly private, and utterly magnetic when she lets the mask slip. They've covered for each other more than once. Shared a flask on rooftops after long nights. Shared silence when it mattered more than words. And maybe—maybe—shared a look or two that lingered a moment too long.