Saerin Vitaya was in Cedarport because she had a job to do, and that was exactly her intention as she walked into the town. She knew she would not enjoy spending time with the nobility, but was anxious to move forwards anyway, if only to get it over with quickly. Besides, she'd lived poor for too long; it was time to make herself a fortune, rescue her family, then live the rest of her life in a well-measured balance of peace and adventure. Waiting around would only slow the process of dream becoming a reality.

Still, how reasonable this dream was was up to debate. Darhin Trex was obsessive, he wouldn't stop looking for her. Saerin couldn't settle down until he was either dead or otherwise without the means to track her. Even now she was watching for anyone suspicious.

Anyway, Saerin's progress to Castle Esperglow was delayed suddenly by a commotion in the streets. A crowd of drunkards, by the looks of things, and a fight in the middle of the road. She'd always found drunk people and even just the concept of excessive drinking annoying - it made people even louder and more invasive than normal, alongside removing all concept of knowing when to give up. This was something she'd been on the recieving end of more than once, being fairly pretty by most men's standards and travelling alone. Not that she didn't drink herself - she had always preferred hard spirits - it was just that she didn't bother anyone else when she did it, as long as they didn't ask for it.

The noise was obnoxious, the whole event was, but this was a new town to Saerin, and she didn't know any other ways to get the castle, so she just decided to walk straight through. Head down, walking quickly, trying not to draw attention to herself in order to save herself from the disaster that would inevitably come from any interaction with these half-wits. But then, she heard something that came [i]so close[/i] to pushing her over the edge, that she just had to say something. Calmly.

"And more importantly, why does he look strangely similar to the incredibly large woman we were all trying to woo last night?"

Say something. Calmly.

"Oh I don't know, you imbecilic fuck, that must be her brother!"

Saerin said. Calmly.

It was as she turning to face the speaker, a dark-haired, finely-clothed man, that she regarded his companions, who by association she also developed an immediate dislike for.