[u][b]Location: Twelve Seas Port, Haven[/b][/u]

"One hundred twenty," she confirms, sounding exactly like someone that's gotten a thirty sovereign discount without any real effort on their part at all. Slipping out of her seat, she inclines her head imperiously. "Eight o'clock," she further confirms, before turning to go. "I've hired a steamer to ferry my things to the dock, you just have your crew worry about being able to take off as swiftly as possible." And without further comment she's blended back into the crowd, the only sign of her passage the opening and closing of the front door, and the gust of cold evening air it brings with it.

Traveling back down the street proves to be a chore, as the cobbled thruway is even more densely crowded than the hour previous. She makes it back to the boarding house without much in the way of event, and in nearly no time at all, her trunk and accompanying luggage are piled onto the steam car belching out clouds of exhaust as it waits outside. Approaching the front desk, relief etched onto her features, she almost misses the notice posted on the cork board nearby, but with a start, she recognizes a face on a new poster. A face in particular recognizable because it is in fact her own face. 'Missing' it claimed, and a reward of 2,000 sovereigns offered for her return.

Blanching, she glances around the sparsely populated lobby, then reaches up to snatch the poster down, stuffing it into her cloak. The young woman, identified on the poster as none other than Lady Katarina Steele, sole heir to the Steele Mining fortune and 'missing, presumed under duress', hurries up to the desk and pays for her stay, adding a few coins with a subtle word of encouragement toward discretion to the desk keeper, mindful now of hiding her accent, thanks to the comment from Solomon earlier. Pocketing the coins wordlessly, the middle aged woman barely gives Katarina a second look, more likely to assume she's privy to a bored housewife's indiscretion than a runaway noblewoman. [b](KEY of the Imposter, 1XP)[/b]

Getting into the steam car, she settles back against the seat as the short journey toward the Twelve Seas Port begins. Her eyes are fixed out of the window, but her attention is seemingly elsewhere - at least until she notices another of those posters with her face on it being plastered onto a pole. She draws away from the window as if forced away by an electric shock. She'd only been away from home for three weeks, surely that wasn't enough time for her father to have arranged all this... but apparently it was. Her eyes close as the car trundles along, scattering children and monkeys out of its path, but the ride isn't nearly long enough for her growing headache to subside, and much too soon, they're pulling up to a stop at dock fifty-five.