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Traveling, had been an utter bore.

The first leg of her journey she was able to make it in relative luxury. A luxurious wagon pulled by the fastest horses in Alenoa. She spent most of the time reading over a number of tomes and books she had bought with her, traveling mostly in silence. Nothing she wasn't used too, but without the bustle and activity of the usual maids, especially her sister and her maid Nynette there to pester her, it was particularly lonely she had to admit. She had grown used to the maids doting in recent years, so as she covered the first leg of her journey she took in the sights. The warm, vast plains. The small, budding villages and their picturesque landscapes.

Ugh.

The last leg of her journey had to be taken on foot. The carriage wouldn't go so far out into the frontier, especially without proper protection so she was forced to go on foot. Not that she particularly minded, it was just a chore and she wasn't exactly the most athletic of people. She had to leave the reading material behind, too. At least when she was dropped off at the farthest stop the wagon could make, she met up with another group of travelers making their way to the Frontier so at least it wasn't too unbearable. Still, she stood out quite a bit from the rabble that was gathered. Fancy dress, cloak and the crest of a noble house. She ignored their looks, and mostly kept to herself for the duration of their travel until finally, after what seemed like months of traveling, she reached the large wooden palisades of the town.

After waiting for some time, the group was finally let in. A guide? How thoughtful. Pulling her cloak more tightly around her, Livia followed the crowd, eager not to stand out too much. Too much attention right now would be particularly difficult. She could easily barge her way in with the status, bypassing all this silly hubbub, but her first goal was to blend in and figure out what was going on in the town. 

Ignoring the Inn, she followed the scribe to the Townhall. Curious - they even had a school out here. Perhaps she could find job teaching there. She was rather well learned, after all. A thought for later after she met with the Mayor and settled in. Continuing on, past the sweltering heat of the smithies and the group of obvious hunters and Militia, she finally made it to the townhall with the others. She allowed herself to be directed to the large orientation room where she was given a small questionnaire to fill out.

Hm.

[color=a187be]"Lady Livia Fiore."[/color] She replied coolly, not caring if her name was particularly recognized or not. [color=a187be]"Yes, the one from Alenoa. Scholar and skilled with Arcane lore."[/color] She fell silent, a stern expression forming on her lips before replying to the final piece. [color=a187be]"...Heh, who knows."[/color] She smiled faintly. [color=a187be]"But I intend to make full use of my time here."[/color] She turned, leaving the scribe with that vague answer before turning back to Dormic, listening intently to his words.

The scribe seemed honest and genuine at first glance, but after spending so long in the politics of Alenoa and her own family, she felt like she could recognize a facade when she saw one. Guilty until proven innocent. She had nothing against him of course - she just refused to let simple words be a judge of ones immediate character. Regardless what she thought of him, however, it was clear that his words did ring true. A town built on skill and hard work.

Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Taking the scroll handed to her, she looked over the map. Useful. She poured over it quickly, getting the general feel of the location of the important buildings. Town hall, Maeda's school, Drunken Dragon in. Mayor's house. Rolling up the scroll, she tucked it into one of her belt pouches for later use as they handed out the voucher for the Inn. Three nights paid for in advance, then? How generous. She'd need to find a place to gain a source of income by then. The school seemed to be more and more of a good idea. Tucking the map in the same pouch, she focused her attention back on Dormic. Harvest Festival? Well, celebrations were common she supposed. Especially in places such as this. Had to keep the populace's morale up, after all. She wasn't particularly interested herself, though.

...perhaps if Nynette or her sister was here...

Livia sighed, shaking her head. No use in getting homesick.

With Dormic done, Livia made her way out of the town hall, walking down the streets at a casual pace, taking note of the general mood and happenings of the town. The other additional suggested jobs didn't seem particularly appealing. Mines? Spirits no. She'd hurt herself. She could perhaps make for a good clerk, but there was no way in all the realms she'd [i]ever[/i] work in a religious institution of any sort. Her and religion would never get along well. What did catch her ear, however, was the problem with the mines. Closed after finding a hidden chamber? Filled with old artifacts, skeletons and potentially other arcane secrets? That was something right in her field of expertise. She'd be remiss to waste this opportunity. She'd need to bring it up with the Mayor.

Finding her destination was easy enough. The Mayors house wasn't far from Townhall, and being one of the more extravagant and well decorated houses made it obvious. She walked up to the house knocked a few times, and waited for a few moments. If he wasn't here, then she might as well come back later.