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[color=c4df9b][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor (Front Gate, chair 6) 
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Skills:[/b][/i][/color] Perception
[color=c4df9b][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 6
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	Rave swallowed once she was through the outer gateway and into the grounds of the manor proper. Still far away from the actual manor itself, but already one step closer to the bastard who held her weakness. She had to find a way to deal with it tonight, couldn't risk it continuing any further anymore. The extortion had to stop one way or another. Then a strange noise caught her attention as something was coming closer to them spewing smoke into the air. Then the orbs of light, the sounds of metals and cogs. What manner of thing was getting ever closer to them? Well her nervousness continued as she clenched a fist and the ferret showed it's head from her pocket. It was some kind of machine that had a man operating it. It had seats to and apparently they had to take a seat so she gulped quietly.

	She studied the machine for a few moments, taking in all it's components as far as she could see. Prima had seen steam engines before. In cities you could see small ones that could pull a person or two, but this was the first time she seen one big like this. Seemed more advanced than those in cities. Did they make it here? This question was weighting in her mind as she noticed the other people were taking seats so she hurried along.

	While moving about to take a seat, she quickly threw glances from under the mask to the other people who got onto seats before her. There was a wide variety of personas in different clothing. Prima wondered how many of them were actual nobility and how many were not. Maybe it was down for the clothing, but clothing could also lie. Appearances could be deceiving after all, but not always. Some looked in better condition than others which was also a clue, but she kept quiet as she walked past the rather unusual looking seats. She wasn't sure, she was ready to put her trust into these, but what choice did she have? Finally she moved past the really big fellow who was carrying the rather light looking person who fell unconscious by the gate. Well she could only say light looking because in comparison to the one carrying them, they looked tiny. She thought about it and decided there was a good chance it was a woman. Still she just took the next seat by them and kept quiet, as she reached to pet the ferret in her coat's pocket. The little thing's fur felt quite soft to her chilled hands.