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The grim gave her the information that she needed. Someone was here with her, yet for some reason she was met with silence. Tapping her cane once more she reached to find that her mask was still in place. It felt weightless, it was a gift and a burden, one slip and she would be found out. 
Though her Grim had yet to snap, staying at her side the beast did not advance on any threats. For now it was safe, he was a creature that would act upon the future if there was misfortune for it's user. If he was calm than that had to mean that she was in safe hands, least for the next few moments.
Head shooting up from the sound of a voice behind her, Aurora turned, a raven head and loose robs acting as a barrier from whoever it was. Tilting her head she flicked her cane again, male, around her own age it seems. Asking her about her intentions she nodded her head, her hand leaving the underside of her book yet it stayed in place. "I was contacted yes, may I ask what it is you wish to be called?" Her voice light, faint. Yet it tapered off a bit as though she spoke in old times. 

Listening to the Grim's paws she clicked her toung, the claws on the scraping ground halting, fallowed by the kicking of something. Long, scraping..a rod maybe? The information gathered she assumed the place was disgusting, again she was thankful her eyes never worked. "Strange, there’s another us, wonder where Ditch is."