Roger winched with her. He realized that they had never been formally introduced and he felt ashamed. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Wolfbane. Mr. Roger Hawthorne at your service." He offered his hand to her automatically, if she was a man, without thinking. It was the outfit which made him do so. In her current attire, she could almost pass for a man, despite her beauty. He almost pulled his hand back, but left it out.

As the carriage moved onto the estate, the roads improved. They weren't paved properly, but even a dirt road was better, on a good day, than cobblestones. From his vantage point, Roger could see much out the window. In the distance was a gray, stone manor house, with dark gray shutters. There were storm clouds forming in the sky, and with they as a backdrop, Roger though that the house had a rather gloomy appearance. He supposed that the interior might be lightly painted, and well lit, to make up the difference, but only time would tell.

The baroness was looking a little pale herself, after seeing the fresh blood of the captain's wound. Roger had found her to be a strong woman though, and did not think she would faint, like most women in her position. As it was, she had taken good care of Captain Hawthorne, taking breaks between herself and Roger, since the care had taken several days and nights.