Genevieve was relieved when the lot quickly followed behind her aide and disappeared up the stairs. Her night was not over just yet though. She turned to the hin, offering her to sit at the table with her. She had expected some long tale of loss and woe or adventure and gain .. something, anything but what had been given. 

"There will be no pity party here. I have called each of you here for a reason and your job is not over yet. So don't sulk your way into oblivion." Genevieve's words were a bit cold, but they were merely a reflection of her own discomfort. A soft sigh escaped, her eyes scanning the lines in the floor as if to try and find the correct words to say. 

"The truth is, I am not good with people. I have spent most of my adult life in solitude and study. I realize that I may come off cold and drawn out. Flattery will get you no where, but I do appreciate the sentiment, and the apology." she nodded once and offered Regina a handkerchief before continuing. "Your ability ... it effects me somehow. I suppose it has to do with my own magiks. It becomes hard to focus, perhaps I'm just not disciplined enough as a mage." her words were meant to try and cheer Regina up, however her tone, even as it was, hadn't seemed to acknowledge the tears and sadness emanated from the hin.

She bit her lower lip in frustration. "Please do not go. You are a valuable member of this team, we need you if we are to succeed. Ok?" Something was different about her. Twenty five years ago, Regina may have picked up on the awkwardness and lack of social interaction, but one thing that Genevieve constantly displayed was compassion. And it was one thing that was completely lacking just now. Genevieve knew it too, she just hoped her words were enough. 


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Finally coming upon their cottage, the rogue scaled the walls, inspected and examined every crevice and crack. She was determined to make her way inside somehow. There was no room for failure. She made a note of the spells she could detect, they seemed to be wearing off some. Which meant that Genevieve didn't yet have a chance to cast new ones. It could mean she had an opening, however it was a small one at best. No ... there had to be another way. 

The guest rooms lined the back of the house, illuminating as each guest was shown inside. That was it! Genevieve expected magic of some sort. A forced entry, a shadowy figure ... The key would be to enter without using magic then. Dangerous as it may be, there had to be one person at least who wouldn't try to slit her throat. The walls of the courtyard climbed high enough, allowing the rogue a perfect view of the rooms. Heavy curtains draped over the windowpanes, but most were left open enough to allow her a glimpse inside, and more specifically, at who had occupied each room.