[h3]Madame Rose[/h3]
[h3]Averine City Docks[/h3]
Rose had not been in Velta's office for long, the weather and the state of the docks both remained unchanged from when Rose came from the Delucian district save for one thing she noticed: The massive battleship she saw on her way in had made port and the crew had begun to disembark and unload whatever cargo the ship was carrying. The people of Averine city continued on with their lives, and most didn't even notice the presence of the House Sauvage battleship.

The rain didn't let up for a moment as Rose made her way northwards back towards the Delucian district. As she walked she noticed the opposite effect to when she made her way southwards, the houses slowly became more expensive looking and the telltale shacks and hovels of the quayside became a rarer sight, soon after the smell of salt and fish too had disappeared. Once again, Madame Rose passed by the Siren's Pride inn and found her way back to the Delucian district, indeed quite soaked by now.

[h3]Velta Burr[/h3]
[h3]Averine City Docks[/h3]
As Velta stepped out of her office and into the street outside she noticed an unmistakeable silhouette and well know, easily recognisable face of a famous denizen of Avertine city. The man was Sir Obirrin Cheem, a Knight of house Delucia who strode proudly up the street with a second younger man walking beside him.

The Knight was old but no less fearsome and powerful. He was tall, straight backed and stood with an air of pride and command about him, he a bald head and impressive grey mutton-chop whiskers covering his upper lip and cheeks. He wore a black cloak and hood which were pinned closed with a pin baring the seal of House Sauvage, a silver embroidered crimson doublet and a pair of practical black pantaloons. The man beside him was far younger, barely a man at all. This stranger who bore the typical features and olive skin of a Velucian, with his commoner's clothes, shaven face and short straight dark brown hair could have been mistaken for some servant or perhaps at a stretch Sir Cheem's Squire, if not for the fact that he carried with him a shield and matching badge from the renowned Academy of the Silver Shield.

The pair would have drawn the eye in any of the districts of Averine city, even more so in the docks. From where Velta stood she could see some of the looks townspeople gave them as they passed. Some looked on with jealousy and scorn, others with admiration, some perhaps fancied their chances taking the pair down to steal and sell the spoils. Sir Obirrin paid the townsfolk no more heed than necessary, though he wasn't above a nod or greeting whenever he made eye contact. He looked at Velta as he passed by, nodded, and continued on up the street. 

The young man in tow glanced around in a combination of awe and nervousness, as if he'd never been to Averine city before. If that was the case then his reaction to it all was understandable, for it was well known that no larger, more active city existed in the Empire or beyond. He too spared Velta a fleeting glance and nervous smile as he passed by before continuing up along the northwards road after Sir Obirrin.