Everything seemed strange and disgusting, from the streets to the very people that dared to walk them in her presence. At least many of the residents knew to stop and gaze in awe at the woman as she passed, she of the most noble of births. It was Lucilia Von Wolfram who captured the attention of the crowd, clad in her finely made iron armor, her family’s name being the primary factor for stopping to gaze upon her. Some associates that the family had dealt with in the past, probably by a cousin or one of her siblings to the opportunity to bow.

A lustful smile came to her face as she thought of all the ways she rally the crowd under her, many of them being peasantry meant a cheap source of a ragtag army, or simply those who would aid you should you need to be aided. However, Lucilia was not here to win the affections of the people at the moment, no, it was actual business that need to be tended to, at least that is what the request stated. Granted, had she not wanted to seek out a moniker of game she would not have come along for as a Von Wolfram, time wasted is a grave offense for all time must be used, whether it be for plans or carrying out those plans.

In here thought, Lucilia managed to find the inn, she gripped the door and thought what best way to make a grand interest so that she may hold the attention of the patrons. Mere presence alone would suffice, she was not there to impress anyone, only business and nothing more, nothing more than business. Thus when she opened the door, it was in all her humility and subtleness that she proclaim to the patrons, [color=lightgray]”Bow for you are in the presence of a Von Wolfram!”[/color]

Real subtle.

While her voice did nothing more than silence the happy attitude the bar beheld, and force others to look upon the Wolf in awe. Some of the lower class did her request and bowed, though foreigners mostly didn’t unless they knew what the family was truly capable of, and at least the bartender some staff bowed as they should. Plus it started a chain reaction, of those who didn’t know her or the family to simply bow. Lucilia signaled for them to rise, before she walked to a corner booth and stared down the individuals inside of it her glare making them pick up their drinks and belongs and scatter away like the rats they were.

Seating herself, she gazed around the room, the happy attitude coming back back still weary of the unpredictable Wolfram that sat within, ready to lash out should she need. However, things were better when she ordered herself a bottle of the finest wine that the inn had instack at the moment and for the time being she would be sipping on that while making calculations in her head, simply waiting for someone or something to do anything of her attention. While thinking, she had remembered that she wanted to see Viceroy Bayim Cadby sometime while she was here, getting a Viceroy to be loyal to her would be a beard stunt to pull but she would likely be able to manage.